It has been stated before- we are not teaching Fuller about Santa. And as mentioned before, I grew up with a notion of a never real Santa, but somehow my parents sneaked in Santa-centric traditions into our Christmas celebrations.

One such tradition is the cookies and milk left by the Christmas tree. (Somewhere along the way we started leaving a beer instead of milk.) With the cookies and milk we also left some sort of letter, and the letter always had a reply on it the next morning.

All in the name of fun, but never of belief of the man with the bag.

This year we played along and gave the letter writing responsibilities to Fuller. He played along well and composed this fun correspondence:

Dear Santa,

You rogue! Borrowing a page from the Devil?s ?greatest trick? and making people think you don?t exist was pure genius. We can only marvel at how completely you?ve fooled most of the world. In this modern era of Big Brother, it is truly amazing how anyone, let alone a morbidly obese senior-citizen with a penchant for dressing as a 16th century ponce, can retain such anonymity. Compound this with your annual obsessive compulsion for trespass and unbidden philanthropy and one could even consider you ?the bon vivant of spectacle and daring.?

Finding ourselves once more the subjects of your good natured neurosis, we bid you a hardy ?Merry Christmas? and wish you continued freedom from governmental oversight and judicial prosecution.

Love,

B. ?Fuller? Crumley

BFC:dcc

(Signed, but not read)

and on behalf of:

Damon, Alicia, Austina, Nathaniel, Sarah-Ginny, and Genevieve

Fuller might have employed a ghost writer of some sort.

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