I'm 32 years old and I still believe in you. Each year I struggle with the idea of selling Santa to my kids, I wonder if they'll be angry when they find out I've imagined your existence. And each year I'm reminded, in subtle ways, why I do it. Sure, there's the bonus of tricking my kids into good behavior - after all Santa is always watching. But that's not it, not really. Right now there are a lot of 'ughs' and 'ohs' and 'too soon's go 'round. Christmas carols already? Aisles filled with ornaments and wrappings and ribbons when we haven't even cut the turkey yet? Ugh, oh, too soon! But, Santa, you embody all that is good and right in the human being. You are kind and gentle, happy and generous, hard working and persistent. You don't let little things get you down, in fact they prop you up (go elves go!). You're overweight, but who cares? You don't see color, race, religion, or any of those artificial...