Ah, yes, Christmas of aught seven . . . I remember it well.
I didn't really understand about this Santa guy until Christmas morning when I saw he had left me some new clothes for Baby . . .
a cool red wagon . . .
and a feeding set for Baby.
On the way to church later that morning, I commented to my parents, "Sack Oz . . . Ting Ting . . . presents."
Ahh, yes. Now I understand.