My favorite Santa story was in the paper I used to work for. Someone wrote a memoir about the extraordinary efforts his father made to try to convince him of the truth of the matter even, one year, throwing dung of some sort on the roof, which everyone was then invited to inspect. "Look, reindeer dung!"
Child, poking a finger into the deposit and sniffing it: 'Reindeer dung? C'mon,
Dad, I know reindeer dung when I smell it. What is this stuff?' Robert Paul, ever skeptical ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html