Uta's belief in Santa is devout. He doesn't believe in God, he says, because he never received any letters from him. But Santa always leaves a thank you note for the cookies he gives him and because of that he hasn't a single doubt in his existence. When asked what else he believes in, Uta responds, "Cooks, of course, those I've seen." There was no fooling anyone with the Santa at the Karate Dojo's holiday party, he was skinny as a rail and had a mustache that went up over the top of his nose. The kids didn't care, or even seem to notice, they were having way too much fun. Uta is still loving karate, but even more so he is loving his new found community.
I'm afraid our days of magical thinking are numbered. Every day Uta looks less like the little boy I know so well and more like a teenager. Yikes! But Uta promises he'll be a nice teenager. He says he won't wear his pants so low that his undies show and he won't curse on the subway. Well, thats a little comfort. I guess.
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