On Christmas morning some years ago, a small village outside of Napoli had set up for the day’s celebration. Just before ten A.M. the first families began showing up and to their dismay noticed that the small statue of me, all painted in red, was missing from the decorations for the festival. As the families streamed in, a frantic search ensued. What pranksters or scrooge would do something like this? No one was sure, but one fact was certain, someone had stolen their Santa. Then, just before eleven o’clock, a seven year old boy, Paolo, appeared pulling a brand new wagon and in the wagon was the missing statue. “Paolo!” exclaimed one of the farmers. “Where did you find Santa?” “Oh, I didn’t find him,” said Paolo, “I took him.” When asked why, he replied, “Well, I asked Santa for a new wagon, and I promised that when it came, I’d give him the very first ride.” Merry Christmas, and I never got to say it, but, thanks for the ride Paolo.