That’s right, boys and girls…in two short weeks it’ll be Christmas Eve. Yes indeedy, the night that jolly old Saint Nick makes his rounds and rewards those of us who have been good with nifty gifts! What? You don’t know what I’m excited about? What? I haven’t been all that good this year? What are you saying? You think the big guy won’t be stopping at my house this year? Well, I just…I…I don’t know what to say. No visit from Santa? No gifts? Really? Well…I’m feeling a bit distraught about this. I tried to be good. Doesn’t that count for something? I mean, I was always told that honest effort meant something. Are you telling me that Santa doesn’t care about how hard you try? Only about whether or not you succeed? Somehow that doesn’t seem quite right. Shouldn’t he be a bit more forgiving and compassionate?
But wait! I know Santa will come down my chimney…I just know it. For one thing, he loves my cookies and I always leave him enough cookies to take back home to share with Mrs. Claus and those creepy elves. And he always loves to stop and scratch Spooky’s head. And now that I have Scout too…well, I’m absolutely certain that he won’t be able to stay away. And he will so bring me some gifts. I know he will. And do you know how I know it? That’s right. I remember the year my good friend Chris was a very bad boy and he still got lots and lots of presents from Santa.
So…two weeks from tonight I’m going to go to bed early, dreaming about dancing sugar plums (whatever those are), and listening to hear reindeer hooves tapping on my roof. And when I wake up, I’ll run down the stairs and be so thankful for all the gifts I have in my life. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
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