'Twas the Eve before Christmas when Carlo was wee
and the house was all decorated with garland and a tree
I heard the older kids joking that Santa wasn't true
and I had to find out for myself before I turned blue
Not a sound, not a light, not even the Fridge made a noise
this was one frightening night with a chore I had to find out who brought us those toys
So now it was the night before Christmas and it was oh so dark that I couldn't see
not a creature was stirring in my house, well, except just little ol' me.
Things weren't adding up and I suspected that just wasn't right
because I had seen a Santa smoking a cigar not a pipe
I had seen my aunt talking to a clerk about buying a sled I just knew was for me
and was fit and determined to see her put it under our tree
I climbed from my bed and slid onto the cold cold floor
and squeezed my eyes shut as I slowly opened my squeaky door
I checked out the milk and sesame cookies that were still on the table
and not a drop of milk was missing I now was convinced it was only a fable
Then suddenly without a warning, I heard banging and chatter
I ran to the pantry widow to look out at the light pole to see what looked like a ladder
Much to my surprise and with mouth in a gasp and with my wondering eyes did I see
I was so frightened that I almost did pee, there was a shadowy figure on that pole looking back right at me
If he was in Red, I couldn't tell, there was a moon but it didn't really matter
It didn't look like he had a sack or a sleigh and what in the world was he doing on a ladder
I could barely move and could hardly breath
he looked as if he was getting ready to leave
I thought to myself now I've really screwed up big time he was leaving the pole
and this must be what happens to kids that don't believe in Santa and end up with just coal
As he reached the ground and turned and looked back at me,
and with the pull of a switch, the fridge started to purr, and the Christmas lights lit up our tree
As quick as a flash I dashed from the pantry and into my bed
and I heard whispering and noises and pulled the covers up over my head
I said a prayer to the Baby Jesus that if I would be a good boy
if he could cut me some slack and leave me just one little toy
Before I knew it, Christmas morning had arrived
sunshine filled my room, my eyes bolted open and I thanked God I survived
With foreboding and gloom I peeked at the table, and saw the empty milk glass and plates
I next ran to the living room and saw under the tree a red bike and new skates
Standing next to our Tree was my smiling aunt and uncle
I closed my eyes and gave thanks and that all was still well
Soooo if someone tells you that the Christmas Santa's not right
ask them if they ever peeked out the window on cold Christmas Eve night
Many Christmas eves have passed since I saw Him that night
it was Believing in Jesus and Christmas is what is true and is right
And with faith in my heart and from me and my family with cheer
I wish everyone a Merry Christmas to all and a Happy New Year!
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