... and in honor of the day and to share on SantaClausFest, I'm posting a collage from my archives. The tot is me — I'm not going to tell you how many years ago!
I have a Santa Claus story for you. Some of you have probably heard this, so bear with me. One Christmas Eve, when I was a little older than pictured above, I was sick with a very high fever, about 106°F. That night Santa Claus came to see me. I remember it clearly — touching his snowy white, curly beard, sitting in his lap, talking to him. My parents didn't see him, but my mother says I kept saying "Santa Claus." About that time, my fever broke! As I write this, tears are coming to my eyes because it was so real. I will always believe in Santa Claus.