Santa Claus

Santa Claus

    I fly from my home on Christmas Eve, to deliver toys to children. I fly on my magic sleigh, led by my reindeer: Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, and the most famous reindeer of all, Rudolph.

    I enter each home through the chimney, which is why empty Christmas stockings—once empty socks, now often dedicated stockings made for the occasion—are “hung by the Chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there,” as Clement Clarke Moore wrote in his famous poem. Stockings can be filled with candy canes and other treats or small toys. If you don’t have a chimney, don’t worry, I will be there.

    My wife, Mrs. Claus and I, call the North Pole home, many of you write letters to Santa and track my flight progress around the world on Christmas Eve.

    Don’t forget to leave cookies and milk for Santa and carrots for the reindeer on Christmas Eve.

    I really do keep a “naughty list” and a “nice list” to determine who deserves gifts on Christmas morning. So make sure you are on your best behavior.