We got warned just about every day
we’d get coal in our stockings if we were bad
a couple months before Christmas.
We were told that Santa was watching us
each and every day and he knew what we
were up to, more so than our parents did!
We pictured the old man with the big white beard
and a big fat belly giving orders to his elves
all the time his eyes looking in our windows!
We dared not open our eyes once we got in bed
on Christmas Eve for fear that we might see the old
man staring at us to see if we listened to our parents.
We always left a snack for Santa, hoping that he
wasn’t too stuffed when he got to our house and
praying that he had something left for us.
We feared that if we sneaked out to the tree too early
in the morning and caught Santa putting our gifts under the tree
that he would take them back and we would be doomed!