Santa Claus is coming to town…

You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town

He’s making a list,
And checking it twice;
Gonna find out Who’s naughty and nice.
Santa Claus is coming to town

He sees you when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
He knows if you’ve been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!

O! You better watch out!
You better not cry.
Better not pout, I’m telling you why.
Santa Claus is coming to town.
Santa Claus is coming to town.

I was a lucky little girl because i got presents from Santa every year. In my family we have a tradition of Santa Claus like this: On the night of 4th or 5th December we, the kids, will put some grass inside one of our shoes and prepared a glass of water in the living room near the Christmas tree. Then late at night when we were sleep Santa will come and give us the present. In the morning when we woke up the grass is gone, so does the water, and there are gifts and notes for me and my brothers and sisters.

As a child I used to have lots of questions, How did Santa get in to our house? Since we didn’t have fire-place and chimney like the western house. How does he knew exactly what I like? There was one time we went to the shop and I beg my mom to buy me the red pencil-case, but she said she can’t for some reason, and the next morning I found it on the top of my shoes as Santa’s present. What time did he showed up? Because one night I tried to wait for him, I was a bit scared if he’s going to be mad because I was awake, but then I totally missed him because I end up fall of sleep. How come I never hear the horses shoes noise? when I was little I was told it’s horses, not reindeers. I know it make a loud noise, but how can I never hear them?

Now the secret is (hush…..don’t tell anybody ok!) Santa is….. the child own parents. I found out about this when I was in Grade 6 not because I caught them but because a friend at school told me. And everything started to make sense, my questions was answered, but at the same time I feel bad because I still wanted to enjoy this tradition. So my mom told me not to tell my younger siblings and for that she gave me a bar of chocolate. This is going on for few more years before every bodies know the secret.

Now I am doing the same thing with my kids. And although they didn’t quite believe that Santa is real (my daughter is 9 and my son is 7) but when they got the present they longing for, I just love to see their eyes glowing. My daughter said that Rudolf drink all the water from her glass, only 2 drops left. And my son woke up my husband and said “How come Santa knows I really want this pencil case, I didn’t write him a letter?”. Right there I see my self about 40 years ago when I received my presents from Santa. I remember one Sunday I went to the church after Santa’s day and told my friends about it, and told them to put grass on their shoes and a glass of water so they can get presents too. But later I realized if their parents didn’t know or practice this tradition they won’t get anything. So sad!

Maybe I am too sentimental and watching too many western movies, but I like this tradition, it’s the spirit of Christmas and it’s the time to give. I think every child want a special gift and they like to believe there is someone kind like Santa who will give it to them.

Season Greetings Everybody!

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