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Lovely story, Dan. I ever much liked my brother and definitely disliked him even more when he told me there was no Santa Claus. Later on I realized each of us can be someone else's Santa or even our own.
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Imagine the thrill Bobby felt to have his very own coat from Santa. Gosh that clerk must have had eye problems and mistook the price as a cheaper one. What a great time to mistake the prices 
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I love being someone's Santa, especially secretly! Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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