Although the Santa at my local shopping center had a delightful authentic flair, I wondered if the wavy locks under his cap were real and if curious children would tug at his hair.
A break in the weather was granted later when I went to Crescent Beach for a walk. The steady rain had washed the sky a clear blue.
Clouds of white flowed like the curls on Santa's head ...
and made watery reflections that tugged at a forgotten time in my childhood when I knew that wishes came true.
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