The Max: Do you know Santa’s address?
Me: Yup. The North Pole
The Max: That’s it?
Me: Well, it’s not like anyone else lives there.
The Max: I suppose. I am going to write him a letter.
Exactly nine months before Christmas my son wrote his letter to Santa. I read it anxiously. Hoping that Santa could provide whatever toy or game was going to be pined for all year long. Never expected this:
Of course, that’s every child’s dream.