I normally shy away from anything with a bow. Or a heart. I'm such a scrooge. But this year I embraced the bow.
Santa still comes to our house full of adult children. Mom told Baby Sis that for as long as you believe in him, he delivers his goods on Christmas day. Baby Sis loves pressies more than she loves us. So at age 22, she is still believing in Santa strong.
I say nothing. I reap the benefits of Santa stimulating the economy.