And so it is Christmas time again.

My 12 year old son still believes in Santa. I think. Or at least this is what he would like me to believe. My suspicion is that he thinks that admitting to not believing is the kiss of death in the gift department. He is no fool, he isn’t betting against the house on this one. The stakes are too high. So, we have an unspoken contract, he doesn’t say anything, I don’t say anything. Unspoken contracts are the glue of a civilized society not to mention most good relationships.

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