I had various errands (apple store, shoe store, etc) and while I was running them, I happened upon a truly gorgeous Santa. His beard was full and real, his clothing expensive and tailored, belt and boots were, if not real leather, good enough fakes to look it.
As I approached, he was speaking to a mall employee, then stopped, looking behind him. A wide smile spread across his face and he crossed my path, his attention focused behind a pillar. When I got there, I saw a child. A girl no more than 5 or 6, who was... enraptured at meeting Santa. He knelt beside her and spoke to her a few moments, and I was immensely touched at the joy of a child. I wiped tears from my cheeks as I continued on my business, and several days later, am still musing on the nature of happiness, and wondering when we lose that... overflowing-cup-of-joy from childhood.