I’m standing in my brother-in-law’s garage in my underwear. It’s a frosty, late-December-in-Northern-Minnesota 20 degrees in there. In the dim light I can see my breath as I struggle to open a clear plastic bag. From the other side of a door, I can hear the merry, loud conversation and laughter of my wife’s family. They have warmth, food and drinks. Children are running around in holiday frenzy. As for me, I have this plastic bag and its daunting contents. … More I Was Santa: A Heartwarming Holiday Story