Dear Santa and Mrs. Claus, For some reason this year it occurred to me that we never hear of you and Mrs. Claus having any children. You do a lot for children and you give a loving home to all the elves but never a mention of little ones inside your home. And I started to think, maybe Santa and Mrs. Claus are infertile like me? Maybe you and Mrs. Claus couldn't have children or lost a child and became so distraught that you moved to the North Pole to get away from all the fertile people in the world? I could totally understand that. And maybe you met all the elves that needed loving homes and Mrs. Claus instinctly took them in and mothered them and you gave them new purpose in life? An infertile couple would totally do that. And maybe you still saw this hole in your wife's heart that you wanted to so desperately fill that you created this elaborate scheme to become the most beloved figure to children all over the world, even if for just one night only? A devoted husband would do that for the woman he loves. Well, Santa, I really don't expect you to answer this letter. And I sincerely hope I didn't upset you or your wife. Just know this - you have brought a lot of joy and hope to children all over the world and you (and baby Jesus) remind people to be kind and gentle to each other at least once a year. Thanks for all you, Mrs. Claus and the elves do up there all year long to make one night special for us here. Love, Me P.S. And thanks for all the cool things you've left me in my stockings over the years - I think the My Little Ponies were my all time favorite.