For Twelve Nights

For twelve nights I waited, imagining what was inside those long, red stockings... nothing big, like games or toys, hoping Santa wouldn't be late. For twelve nights I stood on my small and trembling feet, to see what was inside them and then return to bed without waking up my dog. For twelve nights I rushed into the living room wishing it were Christmas Eve... when Santa quietly walked in, filling the stockings with candies. Entered in Russell Sivey's contest, " Christmas Stockings Tribute " Written by Andrew Crisci on 12/8/2011