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Santa Claus is coming to town!

13 August, 2007 (4:05am) | Blog

“Oh! You better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout,
I’m telling you why:”

When you where a little kid, did you ever stay up late at night lying in bed completely terrified? Many kids have. It’s something about the unknown that bothers us.

“Santa Claus is coming to town!”

We have to know what is around us, and we have to know that, if we fall asleep, nothing bad will happen.

“He’s making a list,
He’s checking it twice,
He’s gonna find out
who’s naughty or nice.”

When I was little, It seemed to be worse during the times that I had done something wrong and was trying to hide it. Like if I had broken something and hidden it, I always wanted to have it in my sight. That way I could know if anyone was going near my little disaster hiding behind the couch or under a rug or someplace.

“Santa Claus is coming to town!”

So laying in bed at night, not only did I feel that I wouldn’t be able to survive the night, I also had no idea who was snooping around the evidence and what they were going to find out. Somehow that just magnified the terror of the night.

“He sees you when you’re sleeping,
He knows when you’re awake.
He knows when you’ve been bad or good,
So be good for goodness sake!”

If I was hiding something in my room that I would get in trouble for I was faced with the dilemma of having a nightlight. It was dark, and I couldn’t keep an eye on my room to make sure nobody sneaked in and found my wrongdoings, but I didn’t want to have a nightlight because I was a “big boy” and “big boys” aren’t afraid of the dark, but it wasn’t that I was afraid of the dark, I was just worried about all my little schemes I had going on, so I could get away with a nightlight, right? If I had one, I could keep an eye on things, but then, so could other people, and who knows how good of a job I did hiding it..

“So…You better watch out,
You better not cry
You better not pout,
I’m telling you why.”

Maybe, if I knew for sure that no one was paying attention to me and my room, and that I would instantly wake up if someone came into my room, then I could let my self fall asleep..

“Santa Claus is coming to town.”

Who wrote that song anyway?

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