What I want to be when I grow up

Sometimes, I think I'm crazy. Not institutionalize me crazy, but definitely out of the box thought. I have have imaginary conversations with my niece where she asks me what I want to be when I grow up. Two options come to mind, Santa Claus and Superman. I am completely serious. Maybe not Superman, but maybe a more interesting superhero like the Doctor. I'm still completely serious about Santa though. I don't want to be Santa because of the flying reindeer or elves or the obvious power at his disposal. I want to be Santa because Santa can give people a little piece of magic when they need it. It is in the ability to show a child they are safe and loved. It is giving children the power to choose joy. It's reminding people of generosity. I realize it isn't christmas, but this is how I feel when I hang out with Ruthie and Nadia and sometimes Chase. I hope they keep reminding me to maintain that spirit.