Ed Cutlip, our gym teacher was the mall Santa Claus, I was certain. The North Pole at the mall smelled distinctly of Jack Daniels and strong aftershave....just like his office. I stood there, helpless, outnumbered. And that\'s when it happened. Doug Porter looked first, directly into the eyes of the man who had taught him gym for three long years. Then Tommy Kisling looked, too, and Randy Mitchell. Those three skeptics gazed straight at that white beard, dead into the eyes of Coach Cutlip not thirty feet away. But all that they saw... was Santa Claus. It was a miracle. He stood there like some patron saint of all the lonely people holidays sometimes forget. And for that brief moment of Christmas magic, Ed Cutlip got his chance to be what he always wanted. And I never gave him away. Merry Christmas.
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