I thought I was a GOOD BOY. So about midnight I heard "clatter of little hoofs" . "I tour open the shutters and threw up the sash." There was no "moon on the brest of the new fallen snow." No snow, no moon.
I then checked out in my boat yard. Had Santa delivered my new 25' C-Dory and new tow truck? Same old boat INN-THE-WATER was still under it's winter tarp.
I did not know what to do. Was I a bad boy? I must have been because he left a very large bag of black coal.
Oh well, you get what you need, not what you want. Add the four grand daughters, daughters, son-in-laws, and wife, A great meal, abundance of toys for the girls. (Ever hear of American Girl Doll? If you have, your pocket is not green anymore.) Add an abundance of laughter, and it all adds up to a great Christmas.
As for the bag of Black Coal. After all, we live in New England..
Fred