If you’ve followed my comics, you know how I love the concept of Christmas and Santa Claus. I still remember my Christmas when I was 35 months old. Christmas Eve. I was in bed. I heard the door downstairs open and close. I asked my sister if that was Santa Claus. She just said “Be quiet and don’t move.” I didn’t. The next morning I ran downstairs, and where there had been nothing before, stood the most beautiful Christmas tree I ever saw in my life. Santa brought it.