Every Christmas night
I stay awake
By the window sill
Staring at the stars
Waiting
For a huge man
With a big belly
Dressed in red
To tumble down the chimney
And grin in the dark
And fill my stockings
With gifts and more
And yet
I find no one
I toss and turn
And then drift off to sleep
Not hearing footsteps
And I wake up
The next morning
And see my stockings
With a note
“I knew you were awake”