Santa Claus beckoned. Game face on, I approached the jolly man in the red suit. Securely seated on his velvet lap, I whispered my wishes. Cinnamon spices and pine cones scented the air with Christmas. The photographer’s camera flashed and the elf firmly escorted me off Santa’s lap. In a daze from the magical encounter, I’d grasp my Japanese nanny’s hand. Would Santa bring the desired dolly? My nanny, Kawaji-san, assured me with a sweet smile that all would be well. Sigh. Priorities of childhood have shifted. As they should. Still, I want to believe that a Santa Clause – a benevolent grandfather - will bring presents and reward me for being good.