Many years ago my husband sported a fine handle bar mustache and a full, sort of Kenny Roger's style, beard, both white, and he always had very twinkly eyes. One summer, while on one of our many camping vacations, we had stopped at a K-Mart somewhere in Montana, I think, to stock up on essentials. It happened that Tom was wearing a red and white striped polo shirt that day. Once in the store we went our separate ways so I didn't hear this story until we were back in the camper. It happened that as Tom was strolling through a toy aisle he noticed a little boy looking and looking at him. Of course Tom smiled and the little boy just waved and said "Hi, Santa."
You just never know where Santa might show up!
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