I have learned many things from Azul over the years, and much like Plato to Socrates, I have listened and written his words. And now some Christmas knowledge has been passed down to me. Azul informed me, “Santa doesn’t poop!” In my desire for knowledge and with a furrowed brow, I responded, “What?” He repeated, “Santa doesn’t poop.” Sensing my misunderstanding he continued, “How do you think he gets so fat? He doesn’t poop!” Much like a student to his teacher I stared in amazement, not knowing what to say, but now knowing something I never knew before and questioning whether sometimes ignorance is bliss.