Santas Reindeer Hay

It come about principally by two very young boys asking their mother if I were Santa Clause, my driving by them on a tractor towing three wagon loads hay, and what was I doing. Making hay. was likely her remark not to dash their imaginations. Before and followed many hunkered down conversations with a many little people with such opening lines such as, I know who you are! or Look Mommy, Santa Clause. These encounters more than I can number: grocery drug stores, physician offices, department stores. Stooped in conversation, I spoke of, You mind your Mother? or You dont play near the road. and You brush your teeth before you go to bed. And, standing I let myself a wink in for their pretty mothers direction.