Santa’s gigantic footsteps

When I was just a little girl I can always remember something scared me witless on the 25 th of December.. as I crept down the stairs sleepy-eyed and apprehensive, after my brother had woke me up, I felt an uneasiness and suspensive

But he grabbed my dressing gown and slippers coz it was the middle of the night but little was I prepared nor ready for such a fright.. at the bottom of the stairs and by our Christmas tree where a pile of presents were laid out for me, there on our carpet leading to the chimney breast was enormous footsteps.. it was Santa I guessed..each and every foot print was as black as coal.. he definately dropped down our chimney, poor soul

But he must have been in a terrible state as his big wellington boots landed in the fire grate..just as well our fire has went out thru the night, coz can you imagine if it was burning, well Santa would be alight.. but luckily for him on every Christmas eve, my parents were prepared and taught us to believe.. but the warm ashes of the fire were full of black soot, so Santa’s giant footsteps was every step of his gigantic boot