Children who have nothing but love give Santa the greatest gift of all

LOOK, the truth is that I get a kick out of it, even if no one else does.

Every year now I put on a great red suit with all the trimmings and I give Santa Claus a hand. I’m really proud of it. Fur lined jacket, trousers, and a huge black belt. Boots with fur trim on top. A great white wig, and a huge beard that goes over my real beard. I’ve lost a bit of weight recently, so I have to cinch the belt in a bit tighter.

There shouldn’t be any misunderstanding, mind you. I know full well that the big fellow is on his way. My own grandson, who’s just short of three years old, instructed me yesterday that I was to be sure to have enough carrots in stock for next Friday night. When I asked if the carrots were for Rudolph, he sighed that exasperated sigh that only a three-year old can muster. “Don’t you know, Grandad, there are six reindeers and they’ll all be tired and hungry?”