The little ones and I are were making one of our infrequent journeys into reality to get the kind of supplies one needs to keep on living on tummy mountain; candle sticks, accordions, cuckoo clocks, that kind of thing.
Near to our journeys end the little ones saw Santa Claus standing by the wayside.
"Santa!" yelled Wee Tiny.
"I'm not sure that's the real Santa" I said, " The real Santa isn't usually holding up a sign to advertise a shop"
"The real Santa doesn't wear a sparkly red cowboy hat" said The Little One
"Yes, that too" I said.