. . .South Bend Santa is nearly the perfect Santa. He's been so sweet and interested every year we've gone to see him.
He acted like it was a delight, instead of a burden, to hold my grumpy fuzzy baby.
And he made sure to mention to Naomi that if she did, in fact, get a scooter for Christmas, she needed to make sure she wore a helmet. (Which Mimi has filed in her memory permanently as "Advice from Santa", which is held in much higher esteem than "Advice from My Mother.")