Dear Dr. Dreidel, must I deal with my existential cognitive dissonance about Santa forever?
Oh, Santa. Baby. How many years have I been writing about our tortured love?
In 2009 I shamelessly pled for you, staying together, once again, until finally breaking up in 2012. In 2013 we acted like friends with benefits. In 2014 we pretended everything from Thanksgiving to Hanukah to Christmas was one big bacchanal for us.
In 2015 we went to therapy. Didn’t we deal with our issues? Remember?