THE SANTA CLAUS DILEMMA

In the world I grew up in, Santa Claus was magic. He wasn’t just a story, a decoration, or a character in a book. He was anticipation; he was mystery. He was the feeling of going to bed with excitement fluttering in your chest because something wonderful was about to happen.My mother kept the belief alive as long as she could. I was easily the last kid at school still defending him wit...