Dear Santa

Years ago, I remember my mom demanding that we kids write letters to Santa. We'd rummage through the Sears catalogs searching for toys that we'd never get. I mean, we'd write down whole pages and never see any of it. Got great stuff every Christmas, great memories of Christmas morning, but nothing I ever asked for. I don't know what it was with Santa but I can't remember a single thing I asked for that I ever got - until I got a credit card. Things changed after that. Oh, yeah - Nerf, here I come. After a while, though, I learned that while having a credit card was all fun and games, you had to pay off the balance - eventually. What with December being the month of debt, I can already see the line of people coming into my law library with legal problems. Take, for instance, the couple that came in just the other day. Now that was a couple that understood the power of a credit card! They had 23 credit cards between them for a ...