Epilogue
I know this is all a lot to take in, and even more to believe. Maybe if you’re a stickler for flat facts, you’ll tell me the lunar patterns don’t match up. That I said it was full when it should have been waning or waxing when the sky was new. But then you could hire men to stand outside your chimney or send skeptics to the Moon and they wouldn’t find Santa Claus or the maidens. That doesn’t mean they’re not there. Maybe you must look from the right angle. The fact is, I told it as I remember it in my heart. When it comes to tales, especially of the tall variety, that’s about as true as it gets.
A bedtime story needs no physical evidence, surely. Yet there was one unlikely artifact from that immortal summer I keep with me even now, and the years in my desk drawer have not dim
