My son, ever so matter-of-factly, informed me that he has known for several years now that there is no Santa. That night, the common follow-up question arrived. "Is there any proof that there is a God?" he solemnly asked.
With all my heart and soul, I told him that the proof was looking me right in the eyes. His immediate smile, beaming as bright as Bethlehem's star, was proof to me that I was right.
Merry Christmas!
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