I can remember as a kid trying to stay awake, totally convinced I would hear the sleigh land on the roof, reindeer and all. I never made it as I always fell asleep. And thanks Pojo for being the first to tell the silly story. Now I can't!!! Though if I had more time, I would write a story about Santa and Pojo, and it would be great,....and diabolical....yeah! And it would be how Santa would come to Pojo's house when he was a little boy, and how Santa would tie him up to his bed, and make him wear Christmas decorated diapers, yeah, that's how it would go, but, too late now. Nothing for Pojo this year. Only coal in his stocking. Boowah haha...Evil Santa has arrived, and as little children sleep, terrible nightmares dance in their heads. Their stockings were hung by the chimney with care, but this Santa would nestle their hair. Then with a wink and a nod, he would take them away, mouths taped with duct tape, and off in his sleigh. To the camp with the elves, who wait with delight, to torture the children on this Christmas night. So good night to you all, sleep well with your dreams, but don't sleep to soundly, for Santa is mean!