This gift may have my name on it but it's really a present for Henry. You see, when I was about his age I asked my mother what Santa was going to bring her. Caught off guard, she shrugged and said something about Christmas only being for kids. I pressed on as only young children can, saying that everyone wanted presents from Santa. "Oh, then I guess...a watch." I don't remember whether my mother got a watch that year. But I do remember that that's when I started to doubt Santa was as special as I had once believed. If mommies didn't get excited about presents from Santa, if they didn't believe with their whole hearts, then how could I? And if Santa only brought gifts to children and not hard-working grownups, was he really being kind? I'm certain that was not the last Christmas I anticipated Santa's arrival but it marks the beginning of the end.