Santa's Problem As we approach Christmas I am reminded of an incident that I don't actually remember but I heard mother tell it often enough that it is part of my childhood memories. My older brother, Donal, and I were sitting in the front room by the heater. Mother was coming out of the kitchen when she heard Donal say; "Thurmon, I've been thinking about it and there ain't no Santa Claus." "There ain't? Why not?" "Well, in the first place I saw him in town and Santa is a big fat guy and there is no way he could come down that skinny little stove pipe. And besides he would be inside the heater and couldn't get out." "Couldn't he just come in the front door?" "Naw, he's supposed to land on the roof and come down he chimney. If he came to the door the dogs would wake everyone up." "But he brings the presents ..." "That's another thing. There's no way one man could carry all those presents to EVERY house in the world. So there ain't no Santa Claus." "If there ain't no Santa Claus where do the presents come from." "It's gotta be Mother and Daddy that brings them." "Really?" "Yep." Thurmon