Earlier this year I had a strange dream:

I dreamed that I was being told that God, in order to bring some sanity to the world, invented Santa Klaus. In order to reinforce the idea,

he took off his flowing white robes, put on a red suit and with his red sleeping cap still on his head,

found some magical reindeer and a magical sleigh and, being God,

stopped time at midnight on 24th December each year to deliver presents to all the children in the world.

Of course he missed some, the one that were naughty and the ones he couldn’t see.

He chose December 24th because that was when it normally snowed which put a little extra magic into the situation

and it fell neatly into the gap between Autumn and Easter.