“What if I choose not to believe?”
It’s a line from one of my favourite movies of the holiday season, “The Santa Clause.”
I’ve always believed in the power of mystery and magic, and the older I get, the more I understand that my attitude towards everything really is everything.
I have an old rotary dial telephone in my kitchen—not wired in but yet a direct line to the North Pole. No “elf on the shelf” in my house. I’m the elf.
I can call the big guy in the red suit at any given hour on any given day and have a heart-to-heart.