I was mistaken for Santa Claus last week. Shopping for a particular cold remedy. I was looking at a lower shelf in the pharmacy section of my grocery store last when a lady bent down to move into my vision, smiled and did one of those little-girl waves waggling all her fingers at once and said, “Hey, Santa.” Possibly, I looked confused for a moment. I do have mostly white hair and a white beard. My belly certainly is large enough and could be described as round. And I have been told I have a twinkle in my eye. But still, I’m not used to being called Santa.