Was Brother Samuel Clemens’ Santa a Freemason? Or Some Illuminati Moon‑Lodge Schemer?

In this season of warmth and wonder, we pause to consider one of literature’s most curious holiday missives: a letter from Santa Claus penned not by the North Pole’s jolliest resident, but by Brother Samuel Clemens himself. Was Mark Twain’s St. Nick merely spinning whimsy for his daughter, or veiling a bit of Masonic mischief between the moonbeams? In true Twain fashion, humor and hidden meaning intermingle as neatly as eggnog and nutmeg, offering us a mirror of the Craft itself: playful in form, profound in purpose, and always reaching toward the Light; even if by chimney.