Time for a non-commercial Christmas. Looking for your Christmas memories for the podcast again. Here’s one from my Lady Wonder Wench: 

Of course I believe in Santa Claus. I still look under my bed just in case the jolly old elf left something there. Even when times were bad, my mother never let me down, although it took years for me to figure that one out. And my very own Santa Claus made me keep Christmas even when I’d stopped believing. It’s not “getting” something – it’s “having” a piece of the special night that returns light to the world. 

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