Santa's coming tonight

Santa's coming tonight

Christmas Eve; a magical night.

Can you remember how excited you got when you were little?

We would go to bed with a pillowcase at the end of the bed -no small stocking for us-and hope that the mysterious old man with the white beard who we had seen around town would somehow actually find his way to our house, climb down a chimney ( which was never used and boarded up) and he certainly couldn't climb down the one in the living room as that had a big fire in it??

He would bring us such lovely toys that we had dreamed of for a long while. No one would have to make us go to bed on Christmas Eve. We wanted to go so the mysterious visitor would come quickly.

Didn't you try to keep awake to see if you could actually catch sight of him and even one time thought you saw him but he sounded rather like your dad and wasn't that you mum giggling and making shushing sounds ? Or did you just dream it?

Whatever it was, when you woke up there was the pillowcase stuffed with all kinds of mysterious packages and Father Christmas Had Come just like everyone said he would.

You'd pull out the toys and packages and even strange things like a piece of coal??? and even an orange and a few nuts and you knew the magic of Christmas had started.

But what of that old man who did the deliveries?

I like to think this card shows how he felt when he got home after doing all his deliveries- tired,content and glad that Christmas was finally here and delivered.