We didn't ask for Santa

Wow. Can't believe I read the whole thing. (Except for a couple of tl;dr posts.)

We didn't ask for Santa. He came into our house unbidden along with the firstborn. When a cousin eventually "enlightened" our daughter, we had to give her the speech about how now you're Santa, too. Which she, in turn, delivered to her brothers when the time came. It was sweet. They're in their twenties. Neither faith nor reason negatively affected by childhood fantasies revised.

One year, I nigh caused cranial paroxysm for an atheist correspondent on a discussion forum, by posting a little treatise conflating "the truth" about Santa and divine influences. My correspondent couldn't imagine that I didn't see the irony of my thus proving God to be a fairy tale.

Santa, Dear Friends,