Do you remember when you were small,and
we were told that Santa sees everything?
He knows if we had been naughty or nice.
That frightened me to death.
I did not want some old bearded guy seeing me take my bath
or
see my sister slap me when Mother was not looking.
(We ALL might get coal.)
Isn't it interesting,
that now I find the old man quite comforting?
The story is warm and sweet.
Christmas!
Ho Ho Ho.
Love you.
Me
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