Christmas Eve 1969
Santa and me in 1969
Do you believe in Santa? Did you? I did until I was 10 because we had one. The guy across the street used to come over on Christmas Eve and hand out presents. He had a Santa suit and Grandpa left the bag of presents on the front porch for him. He did a great job because I never had a doubt he was the real Santa.

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Here is a beautiful story from the New York Times on Santa, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy.

And that reminds me of Alice in Wonderland,

“I can’t believe that!” said Alice.

“Can’t you?” the queen said in a pitying tone. “Try again, draw a long breath, and shut your eyes.”

Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said. “One can’t believe impossible things.”

“I dare say you haven’t had much practice,” said the queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” Lewis Carroll