When Santa came to our house

he came in dark of night.

I heard boots upon the stairs

and shivered in my fright

Would he say that I was bad

would he holler and be mad

if he found me lying there awake?

I lay frozen in my bed

with my pillow on my head ~

Not a single wee sound did I make!

When the morning sun arose

I jumped up, grabbed my clothes

wondered if old Santa knew ~

if I had been “exposed”

Well, my mother said he told

her that I must have been cold

for my pillow was cov'ring my face

Then I knew I was Okay

Christmas gifts were here that day

I wouldn't spend Christmas in disgrace!

"Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it."      Proverbs 22:6