It was a cold evening in December as I walked Chatham’s Main Street. Summer had settled down for a long winter’s nap and I had the town to myself. A wind whipped up off the Atlantic, and then I saw it: Santa’s Workshop.
A tiny white house festooned with lights, garlands, and a wreath tickled my inner 6-year-old. Out front, Santa’s Mailbox was accepting Christmas wish lists promising express delivery to the North Pole.