Did I tell you the story of me running into Santa last year at Wal-Mart? My memory is shot!  In case I didn’t or on the off-chance I did, but you missed it. Let me tell you again. I was in Wal-Mart last year shopping when I spied an elder man approaching me. This guy was a dead ringer for Santa white hair, full beard, rosy cheeks, a pot belly…No, I didn’t notice if it shook like a bowl of jelly. Anyhow once he got close enough, I said, “So, Santa will you be coming to my house?” I was…