Christmas is just around the corner. Somehow my husband got talked into playing Santa this year at church. With a few pillows for padding and a long white beard, he didn’t look half bad. His own son was fooled. He had told me ahead of time that he knew exactly what our son was going to ask for. I wasn’t sure how he knew, but I didn’t question him. When it was his turn, he got up onto his daddy’s lap and “Santa” said, “You want a trampoline, don’t you?” And our son smiled sweetly, shook his head no and said, “I want lots of train sets.” That was the last time Santa tried to guess.