THE QUESTION OF SANTA CLAUS: I know undoubtedly he is real

At least that's what I adamantly told my peers who insisted otherwise. We were approaching that age … the age where childhood begins to fade away, giving birth to the painful, practical reality of adulthood. Still, as I tore open the envelope that had arrived in our mailbox, directly—it seemed—from the North Pole, I was hell-bent on upholding my faith in the world's oldest and most generous elf.