Years ago, I overheard my 6-year-old son and his good little friend discussing Santa. In a low, serious tone, he asked her, “Do you think Santa is real?” She piped up: “Oh, yeah! Santa is real. There’s no way my parents would get me all that stuff!”
Barbara Hyde / Winchester
It was Christmas [the next day], and I still needed a stocking stuffer for Uncle Tom. I made a hurried trip to the liquor store for a couple of nips. “I’m throwing a really big party tonight,” I joked as I placed them on the counter. The cashier put the nips into a tiny brown bag and, sliding it over to me, asked, “Would you like some help with that?”
Isabel Gaffney / Acton
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