He see's you when you're sleeping

It doesn't seem like 5 minutes ago since we watched Santa in his sleigh, outside Gran's house.  Toolie and Boy were hanging out the window, because, of course it was bed time. 

Santa stopped and waved up at them, and said "have you been good boy and girl?   And they shouted Yes, and I said, "well Santa, this one........  and he laughed and walked on. 

And I came back from the Window and Toolie was sitting on the edge of the bed, lip petted and the big blue eyes pooling with water. 

"you told Santa I was bad.. I won't get any pwesents". 

I looked at the sad, blue eyes, and the big tear dripping down her face, and I picked her up and ran down the stairs at a pace.  

Santa had already moved on to the next square, and was just about to board his sleigh to move on to another street.  

"Santa,,,,, Santa", I screamed.... 

And he stopped and walked over.... 

Santa, I don't want you to think that Tooli is a bad girl.... 

And he looked over at her, and he said, "I know she's not a bad girl... I know these things". 

And the tears dried up and the big smile came back. 

And my eyes filled up and I hugged my wee babba close. 

and we walked back up the road together.  Happy that Santa knew she was a good girl.

Of course he did.  

That's what the naughty and nice list is all about. 



And that was 19 years ago.   And every year since then I think I've caught Santa when he has been passing.  And every year, my heart just sings with joy at his magic.