“I think it’s preposterous,” Oliver said. Preposterous was four-year-old Ollie’s favorite word.
“What is this time?” John asked, because everything was preposterous these days.
“The idea that a fat man could deliver all the presents in the world in a single night being pulled by reindeer. Coming down everyone’s chimney. It’s preposterous. Why doesn’t everyone else see it?”
“Maybe they like to believe in a bit of magic.” John regarded this little miracle child fondly. “I know I believe in a bit of magic.”
Oliver huffed.
But he didn’t tell his classmates there was no such thing as Father Christmas.
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