I was a rather bright little nipper, so I knew it made no sense that flying reindeer ran on some sort of invisible road in the sky. No, they would have wings. And not bird wings with feathers, for they were mammals. We're talking large batlike wings. And with eyes that could see in the dark. Red glowing eyes. So there was this fat man who entered people's houses when they were asleep and knew where all the naughty children lived. A man that said, "You better be good. You BETTER not cry. You better not pout...I'm telling you why. SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWN!"
Is it any wonder why as a child I spent Christmas Eve night under the bed with a flashlight and a cricket bat?
This is a place for us to share our fears of Jolly Old Saint Nick. Father Christmas is coming to YOUR HOUSE soon, and the time to prepare yourself is NOW.
Of course in looking back on things I realize that Santa is the Scourge of the Poor. See in my neighborhood people were so poor they would force their kids to misbehave so they could get coal to cook Christmas breakfast. In my case the supply would last through New Years.
Is it any wonder why as a child I spent Christmas Eve night under the bed with a flashlight and a cricket bat?
This is a place for us to share our fears of Jolly Old Saint Nick. Father Christmas is coming to YOUR HOUSE soon, and the time to prepare yourself is NOW.
Of course in looking back on things I realize that Santa is the Scourge of the Poor. See in my neighborhood people were so poor they would force their kids to misbehave so they could get coal to cook Christmas breakfast. In my case the supply would last through New Years.