A Big Burglar

'At half past 4, I heard you and Daddy snoring' (very good to know...god what must a lover think of me?)
'Well, it was a heavy footstep,right outside my bedroom door, much heavier than you or Daddy.(Confused relief)
'I heard some bells and then I held my breath.'

'Why?' I ventured.
'Because it was HIM!!!'

'Who?'

'Oh Mummy, who do you think? Heavy footsteps and heavy breathing outside my door....it was Santa!'

I actually panicked.
Had we been burgled?
I was bloody asleep at half four...as was the husband!

So, so lovely and so wonderful what a child's imagination can do.

Deliciously wonderful and I must remember this at it will end so soon...
a child's belief.