Lately for Christmas I unplug my little Christmas tree and then I enjoy hitting the hay while
trying to conserve my heating bill by not cranking the temperature up all the way.
I even try to leave it off if I may.
I pile the covers way up high and have a last thought before Santa's elves take me away
to that North Pole location behind my closed eyes.
In my peaceful and joyful bliss MR and MRS Claus invite me in.
There's a warm fire to greet my line of vision and nice soft sofas to sit down and relax in,
in order to enjoy more fully the sweet little visit.
MRS Claus a gracious host is she as she offers me my choice of hot chocolate or a nice cup
of hot tea, of course I choose the sweeter of the two, along with nibbling on a chocolate
chip cookie, just baked fresh out of the antiquated yet fully functional oven.
The conversation is bright and lively as Santa walks in wearing his red pajamas underneath
a very rich looking robe... red with a white satin sash.
Holding a lit pipe he takes a puff to warm his cold nose.
There was a large, real Christmas tree over in the corner of the living room, decorated with
strands of real gold and longer strands of silver tinsel strewn randomly through out the
After our more than pleasant visit was over I turn to leave the Claus' very large home and
saw the elves leading the reindeer to their very large stables to retire for the night.
Then my dreams started to turn to other things, but not before I heard Santa say to all
a Merry Christmas and to all a good night!
by S.E. Clark