…and I have a confession to make: I never sat on Santa’s lap as a kid. I know, shocking, right? I was too scared to face the big man in red and tell him what I wanted for Christmas. I always had my sister do it for me. She was my personal Santa whisperer. She knew exactly what I wanted and made sure he got the message. I guess I owe her a lot of thank you notes. But karma is a funny thing. Years later, I got to play Santa at the mall. My wife brought our kids and my sister brought hers. The kids had no idea it was me under the beard and the suit. I fooled my daughter so much that she cried her eyes out when my wife put her on my lap. Made for a great picture that we all laugh about today but it’s funny or maybe not so much for her at the time, how I made her face what I ran away from as a kid.