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Rich Rosko smiles over the counter of his convenience store in rural Illinois, chatting with a customer and her children.
“Do they fly?” asks one kid, pointing to the photo on the wall of Rosko bottle-feeding a reindeer calf outside the store.
Rosko chuckles. “Only on Christmas Eve,” he says, watching as the little boy’s eyes go wide.
“Are you Santa?” the boy asks.
Rosko’s pointer finger rises to his lips. “Shhhhhhh!” The kids erupt into fits of giggles.

