One Christmas Eve after mother reading a Christmas story about a Jolly man in the red suite, how the good little children left cookies and milk for him before retiring, Wally being the older said, "Monty let us also fetch Santa milk and cookies.” So off to the kitchen we flew, like sonata's reindeer supposedly flew on roof tops.

"Monty,” he said, You get the cookies, I'll get the milk,” Noticing that the shelf contusing the cookies was over head, fetched a chair and proceeded to climb on the chair, then the counter, and reached up opened the cabinet door and fetched the prize; like Santa descending down the chimney, descended back to the floor safely.

As Wally poured the milk; I carefully and precisely decorated the plate with cookies asked;”Wally is there really such a thing as Santa Claus?” "Heck I don't know” he responded pausing his pouring. I looked up seeing one of his famous sarcastic smiles parting his lips I could not help but wonder what devilish plan he was concocting. Finishing pouring the milk, he said I think I know away to find out. Then pausing he asked, are you game?”

Hardly able to contain myself excitedly asked, "How? With that, he carefully and methodically laid out his plan, saying, "Monty before we go to bed you run over to Momma and gets her attention, ask her questions about the cookies and Mil

k for Santa. While you're doing that I'll set a lasso around the tree area being careful to cover it with the cotton she has lying where the presents go. Will lay on the floor by the door leading out to wear the tree is in our bedroom and when Santa starts laying out the goodies will pull the rope, he will be captured and we will know if there is such a person, Who Santa is? "

So, after executing our plan we kissed her good night and retired to the bed room laying on the floor and holding the other end of the rope for dear life. Having fallen a sleep in wait, we never did find out who Santa was or even if there was one. However when awakening we discovered that the cookies and milk were gone and the presents were under the tree. So as far as I am concerned even though I don't know who he is, he must exist. Even if it is the mysterious virtue we all possess this time of year… love.

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