When my son was a young lad and at the age when he doubted if there really was a Santa Claus, I overheard him tell his sister on Christmas Eve, "Leanna, there is no such thing as a Santa, and I'm staying up to prove it." They went to bed at their usual time. After giving it a lot of thought, I decided I was going to put a Santa under the tree. I draped a red jacket over a stacking stool, and laid a pair of black rubber boots (heels up) on the floor. I placed a large coconut on the stool and covered it with something red and white. In the dim light it really looked like the real thing. Early Christmas morning I took 'Santa' away. After the gifts were opened, I overheard my son say, "Leanna, there is a Santa Claus. I came out last night and he was under the tree. I tapped him on the head and his head was hard as a coconut."
-Winnie K. Munden Burnt Islands, NL