Heather is 16 and a half years old. She has never had her own stocking, never had any toys bought from a store. But this year she got both. Why did it take so long? I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I knew this year Santa wouldn’t visit me. What’s Christmas without Santa? He had to visit someone in the house. So he did. Lucky Heather.

 

He visited Jackie too, even though she was a professed non-believer as I prodded her awake at 9 a.m. this morning.

 

And I guess, technically, he visited me too. By which I mean I stuffed an orange and a banana in my stocking last night. Some traditions just can’t die.