you are little you believe in Santa Claus, who comes down the chimney
at night while the household sleeps, and leaves presents under your
Christmas tree, all without leaving a speck of soot on the carpet or
waking the dog.
You may also believe in the Easter Bunny, an animal fairy who hides brightly-colored eggs and candy and 24-ounce ales for your father in your yard. This he does under cover of darkness, while you are asleep.
Linus Van Pelt believed in The Great Pumpkin, who, it was said, would each year select a pumpkin patch which he deemed the most sincere, and bring candy and presents to all who waited there. At night, while Linus slept, missing that particular fairy.
Some also believe in the Tooth Fairy, who leaves you a quarter or a dollar or a tiny toy or gold certificates and mutual funds under your pillow IF you leave her the gory tooth which just fell out of your head on accident, even though you've been wiggling it for six weeks and your father threatened to get the pliers -- THAT tooth. Also at night, while you are sleeping.
When you grow up a bit you believe in a garden variety of fairies, who hang on your walls in poster form and whom you fall asleep thinking about. At night, while you are sleeping.
If you are very, very lucky to still be able to believe in anything once you have hit The Middle Ages, you may find a politician to believe in -- one who promises to bring you lots of wonderful things, like universal health care and tax relief. One who doesn't break into Washington apartments at night, while you are sleeping.
But these days I believe in just one fairy, and that fairy comes in the daytime, while I am desperately trying not to fall asleep. That fairy is The Dove Bar Fairy, and he waltzes in through your office door and gives Dove Bars to all the little office workers of the world, as long as their offices are sincere.
My office is Oh So Sincere. I am ready. I believe in you, Dove Bar Fairy.