And to prove it, here he is coming down the chimney. (Or the stairs.)
We all had to sit on his lap and answer, honestly, whether we’d been a good or bad little boy or girl. I told the truth, of course, and Santa pulled my reward out of his sack:
After that, there was the dreaded singsong. It went pretty well actually, and my relationship with this thing
is creeping back towards love.
Another nice present I got was a tea mug the size of a small bucket: