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Think of your most memorable road trip.

Driving home from Nashville on Christmas Eve with my son.

Began our 16 1/2-hour trip a 11am. I drove until it got dark.

By 1am Christmas day our car was the only sign of life. Everything was closed. No other cars on the pitch-black highway. My job was to just keep talking, to be sure Matthew stayed awake.

It was then that Matthew noticed a trail of smoke streaming across the sky, headed in the same direction as us.

“What is that?!” he asked. Being a pilot himself, he could not imagine an airplane being in the sky at that time, on that day.

“Well, obviously, it’s Santa!” I said.

“Oh, right,” Matthew responded, “I forgot what day it was.”

We could just about make out Blitzen’s hoofs as they disappeared into the mist.