I know this is going to come as a dreadful shock to all of you, but the truth is… I’ve stopped believing in Harold.
I want to believe in Harold, I really do. But a lot of my friends don’t believe in him anymore. The handwriting on his Christmas list is suspiciously neat. And that Harold who sat on my knee at the mall the other day? Well he looked awfully different from last year‘s Harold.
is Harold just a beloved story? A practical joke? A gift stealing scheme?
Who really puts out the cookies and milk on Christmas Eve?