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I always knew it would happen someday, and sure enough it happened this year — and the meeting of the minds materialized in the blink of an eye. “We” all say we “know a guy” who helps Santa during “that” time of year and there are a few of us…er, them, who take the “acting gig” seriously enough to try and be authentic. So we… er, they, grow our beards to an acceptable “Santa” length. An authentic white beard is much less annoying than the expensive fake wigs and beards, and children of all ages easily recognize the difference.

After the season is over most of us…er, them, get trimmed, some get shaven, and this year the local members of the “Guys who know a guy” all seemed to be in the barbershop at the same time… a day before New Year’s Eve.

Some of the guys were there for the full treatment, haircut and a shave, others for a trim, but without a word being said about why our beards were longer and whiter. We all seemed to “know a guy.” There were a few of the guys “who know a guy”