The tree is now populated with a few lovely gifts for a swell little five-year-old who BELIEVES with all his heart that Santa is:

"A dear, dear, dear, old man, dad. And he doesn't have deer. He HAS REINdeer. But, he is awfully nice to take such good care of kids--isn't he? I mean, he is kinda thoughtful that way. Maybe when I grow up I can do the same. Could I? Anyway, he's a dear, dear guy dad. I hope he doesn't forget me. Did we tell him our address in our e-mail to him?"

And you know?

Because of my son, I believe in frigging Kris Kringle.

So there.

Merry Christmas.

Krazy Kwanza.

Amazing Advent.

Hi-Ho, Hanukkah--and away!

--DaSantaSauce.

PS. Maybe next year... Um, Santa? It sure would be fun to get out of the wrapping portion. Can you handle that this next time? I suck at that sooo deeply.