When my son was'nt 6'6" I used to take him driving around to look
for Santa so my wife could sneak presents under the tree while we
were gone. We'd come back and I'd tell my boy Santa beat us home.
He'd hang his head out the window scanning the sky. Then one year
I lucked out and there was a meteor shower and he saw it, blam!
Confirmation Santa was OTW! Bwahahahahahahahaha Parents!
He's 14 now and wants to go out looking for Santa this year for old times sake
