One of my most enchanting memories of childhood was an unexpected visit by Santa Claus a week before Christmas.

I was playing in our living room on Kline Place in Rahway. Snow covered the ground. Suddenly the sound of snow crunching beneath heavy boots brought me running to the window. There he was. My parents opened the door as he dusted flurries off his red velvet jacket. He was the kindest person I'd ever met. He gave me what looked like a little gold coin which was really the foil covering a chocolate. Colored lights from our tree twinkled across its surface. He spoke to me like he knew me. Pure magic.

Then........there are these.....