Flaming clouds in the sky this morning as I set out across the city for school. I enjoy this drive. I've mentioned it before. And like all the things I love it will be repeated again and again.
Our official Postman. It is his job to put the big envelope addressed to Santa in the mailbox on the corner tomorrow after school. He didn't believe me when I said I'd mail it. The rest of the class falls for everything I say hook, line, and sinker. Not him.
"Santa is just your parents."
"Well sure, there are plenty of fake Santas, but there IS a real one."
"How does he get into our houses?"
"How does he deliver all the presents?"
"He makes all the time stop in the whole world then he starts it again when he's done."
"How can he make all the toys?"
"What about electronics?"
"Easy, he contracts those out from China, Korea, and Japan."
"Will he really read all the letters from ALL the kids?"
"Letters are his favorite thing. They make him really really happy."
"But will he bring us what we say in the letter?"
"He tries really hard and he wants to, but he can't always."
"How does he know us?"
"He knows lots of stuff."
"Does he know that my mom died."
"Are Santa and God brothers?"
"Maybe, I'm not sure. They might be cousins."
"Do you got the address for where my mom's at?"
"Yeah. Do you got that address?"