Santa always fills my wife Leisa’s stocking with fruit and gives all the rest of us candy. He’s been doing that for her since she was a kid. The first year of marriage, he didn’t for some reason — but he hasn’t missed a year since. Who wants a big apple in your stocking when you could have Whoppers or Snickers bars? If I get my hands on an apple, I’ll slice it up, throw away the core, and dip it in caramel. Now that’s a snack. I guess Santa just understands what good fruit can do for you, as opposed to candy bars.