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Created on: January 05, 2011
DoesSanta Wear Green?
Tinsel Toes and Mary Rose, hanging stockings in a row. Waiting for the big red one, waiting for Christmas to come. Tinsel Toes and Mary Rose, wondering when they will see. The one called Santa placing presents under the Christmas tree. “Almost midnight”, Mary said, almost time for the one in red. What do you think we will see? After all, has he ever really been seen? Maybe Santa does not wear red at all, maybe he really wears green. Wouldn’t that be a funny sight? Green Santa and his eight tiny reindeer up in flight. With his warm red cheeks, his eyes all a glow and maybe a hat made out of mistletoe. What a wonder, I can’t wait to see, Santa Clause dressed up all in green. All in green, from head to toe with a hat made of mistletoe. Big green boots and a big ho ho, down the chimney he will go. Do you think this is why he is never seen? After all, he would blend in with the Christmas tree. This Christmas will be the one for all to see, if Santa is all in red or all in green. So I will stay up late and be quite as can be. I think I will hide under the Christmas tree. Maybe I should dress in green. Just to be sure not to be seen. “Almost midnight”, Mary said. I will not go to my bed! I am not tired, not me, not at all. I am not tired, to sleep I shall not fall. Before I knew, my eyes were awake. Before I knew, all the cookies were gone that I helped bake. Christmas day has arrived. I fell asleep before the sun rise. I fell asleep before I could see if Santa was really red or green. Next year I will catch him before he leaves. Maybe we should all stay up on Christmas Eve to find out if Santa really wears red or if he wears green.
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