I don't know what awakened me, some small noise I guess. I arose from my bed and went to the stairs. It was deep in the night and all were asleep, so I very carefully creeped downstairs.
There at the bottom I hid in the shadow. It was Santa! He stood by the fire, warming his back. He picked up two nuts and I heard one of them crack. He ate all the meat, threw the shells in the fire, then emptied the bowl into his big sack.
"No, Santa!" I screamed. "Don't take my nuts!"
Santa put a finger to the side of his nose and up the chimney he arose.
"No, Santa," I sobbed, collapsed on the floor, but I would not be playing with my nuts anymore.
By next morning I was cheerful all over again. We unwrapped the presents and laughed and had fun. The only moment of sadness came when I glanced at that big empty bowl where my nuts used to be. I'll fix you, Santa. Next year -- nothing! No milk! No cookies! Nothing!
And so life goes on, tear to tear, Christmas to Christmas, with or without your nuts.
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