“ Proof of Santa will come on Christmas Day, offline, in real time”
When I was a kid, Santa became real to me every Christmas morning with a simple kick of my foot.
I don’t know how it all went down at your house, but in ours, Santa would fill our empty stockings in the living room and then leave them at the foot of our beds to find in the morning. The stockings had been crocheted by my grandmother using a grandmother’s generosity and some sort of elastic yarn, so each elephant trunk stocking easily stretched across the width of a twin bed. (“Favorite Grandmother” status: Secured.)