The girls have been obsessed with Santa ever since this past Christmas. They usually ask for him once a day, remind me that he’s coming back to bring them candy, and can even point to 12/25 on our wall calendar. On our last trip to Costco, they decided that any older gentleman with a beard must be Santa. They kept waving and saying ‘Hi Santa,’ which was cute at first. Then they started asking why some Santa’s didn’t have beards, so I’d respond, ‘Well maybe he’s not Santa.’ But then they saw an elderly heavyset lady in a scooter and declared loudly, ‘Why he have no beard? Mommy, why he have no beard?’ I quietly responded, ‘She’s not Santa,’ and prayed that she couldn’t hear very well as I quickened my pace.