When I was in grade school, our teacher had us research Santa’s different names and their origins. I can’t remember if we were assigned names or got to choose. It was a fun assignment.
I do. I still barely qualify. I had a doctor once who tried to find the source of my anemia. Many tests and a couple of specialists later, they had no answer. I also have a clotting disorder so the needles and tubes clog up. It’s a whole thing when I try to donate. In my 20s, things were working well, and I donated as often as allowed. Then I hit my mid 30s and it all went south. Poor family genetics apparently.
Why are they closing their eyes and walking right past him?