At times, before it – or should I say, he, arrived – it seemed as if this would be the year without Santa. Your grumpy sister warned you about what could happen – if Mom and Dad couldn’t afford to buy the magic this year. The terrifying consideration of – what if? Even your grandmother, who’s spark had dimmed appreciably with the passing of Pop, seemed eternally bent on conveying that the world was just plain gray – especially at Christmas.