As we were putting out cookies for Santa on Christmas Eve, I accidentally dropped one. “No problem,” I said, picking it up and dusting it off before placing it back on the plate. “You can’t do that,” argued my 4-yearold. “Don’t worry. Santa will never know.” He shot me a look. “So, he knows if I’ve been bad or good, but he doesn’t know the cookie fell on the floor?” The line starts to form around 4:30 in the morning. The goal of the people in line is to buy up the stock of doughnuts at Donut City, a small,...

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