Yesterday, it was about the cutest darn thing you ever saw in your life. A little boy, maybe three, three and a half was in deep conversation with his grandma, clutching a tractor that he wanted. Grandma said, "Well, you need to talk to Santa, and tell him what you want..." Our little pippersqueak stood there clutching a box, with an unconvinced look on his face, trying to decide if he should press the issue, or whether Santa was actually watching him. So I leaned across the counter and rested my chin on my hand. "You know," I said in a very confidential tone, "Santa does come in to Tractor Supply. I was pretty surprised, but there he was, Santa Claus himself, right here. He comes in when there are no children in the store." And the boy looked at me, eyes wide with the wonder of such a thing. He said, very seriously, "Well, when you see him, tell him that Cole wants this tractor..." I said, "I surely will. I will tell Santa."
Oh, my gosh. It was so stinking cute it made me grin all day long, every single time I thought of it.