Apparently, I still believe in Santa Claus at age 32.

You know how I know? Because I forgot to get a Santa gift for one of my two (2! not like I've got 15 and one just OOPS fell through the cracks) children. Also, I forgot about stocking stuffers. Maybe I just figured that the big guy was going to show up with his ho-ho-ho down our chimney and take care of it for me? Luckily, he did. Although, his hand-writing looked suspiciously similar to my dad's...