… and all through the house
not a creature was stirring,
except for Miss Claus – who was busy stuffing stockings, and taking bites out of cookies to leave a trail of evidence, and writing notes about good little boys and girls, and hiding the really good presents although she knew it would be years before she got credit for…
…all the while giggling to herself.
People who say that Christmas is for kids are missing out.
Christmas is also for those of us whose job it is to leave behind hints of magic in the air and remnants of traditions to be remembered by future generations.
Merry Christmas, Miss Claus – wherever you may be tonight. Rudolph aint got nothin’ on you.