When I was 5 years old, we lived in a house (first street view) with no fireplace. Although I still believed in Santa Claus, I began to have some concerns at this time about the mechanics of his operation."How will Santa give us our presents?" I asked my parents on Christmas Eve. "We don't have a chimney."
"We'll keep the front door unlocked," Mom replied, as though anticipating the question.
That's all I needed to hear. In 1954, I fully subscribed to the belief that he knows when you've been sleeping, he knows when you're awake. So he'd certainly be able to get into our house -- even if the door was locked.
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