One of my favorite comic strips harking back to my young boyhood. I was a believer. I was an only child which I think was why I could indulge myself. I was absolutely sure I saw the old fat man in his sleigh one moonlit Christmas eve. I only saw him once. I must have been at the age limit and had to give up my believing and get on with playing soldier. I grew up during the WWII years.
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