Miss Nine came up to me the other day and exclaimed that "the santa at the local Westfield Shopping Centre is not real!"
"How do you know?" I asked her.
"Because he isn't the same one as last year!" she replied.
Fair enough, I thought. She is getting a little old to still be a believer.
"But the real santa was there last year!" she concluded.
"Why do you say that?" I asked again.
"Because he knew me!" she continued.
"He did? How do you know that he knew you?"
"Because everytime he saw me, he waved to me!" was her reply!
The innocence of Christmas is not lost, I say!
