Morrison worries that we’ve wrapped presents that we say are from Santa in the same paper that we use to wrap presents that we say are from us, because Joe might be onto us, but I feel like it’s the least of our problems, I tell him that I large man is going to come down our chimney and bring him anything he asks for, and leave it in the living room? And my mouth is moving but I don’t fully buy it either, the whole scenario is wild. But the thing is, he he wants it to be true, he wants to believe, and so he does, and isn’t that really the heart of believing, moreso than actually believing in the thing, but just really, really wanting to?