My Ideas Are Not Meant

Santa Is Our Culture's Only Mythic Figure Truly Believed In By A Large Percentage Of The Population. It's A Fact That Most Of The True Believers Are Under Eight Years Old, And That's A Pity.

Certain Peer Pressures Encourage Little Fingers To Learn How To Hold A Football Instead Of A Crayon. I Confess To Having Yielded To These Pressures.

The Polar Express Began With The Idea Of A Train Standing Alone In The Woods. I Asked Myself, What If A Boy Gets On That Train? Where Does He Go?

The Dick, Jane, And Spot Primers Have Gone To That Bookshelf In The Sky. I Have, In Some Ways, A Tender Feeling Toward Them, So I Think It's For The Best.

I Pore Over Every Word On The Cereal Box At Breakfast, Often More Than Once. You Can Ask Me Anything About Shredded Wheat.