A thought for Father Christmas

Christmas is approaching and like any other year, my heart goes out to Father Christmas. How thankless is a job which involves fulfilling human desires? Father Christmas roams around on cold nights, sneaks in through chimneys and leaves behind for people, what they wish for. Why does he do that? What does he think of when he does that? Does he know that a man's wishes are too big to fit into a sock?

All the while, man continues to be as ungrateful as ever. Have you ever seen anyone saying, "I wonder what Father Christmas is doing now" on a sunny April afternoon or "What is it that Father Christmas wishes for"? Or even, "I don't wish for anything"? Yet Father Christmas toils away on chilly nights trying to please people who don't know how to be happy.