A couple of weeks ago when I was tucking Sammi in for the night, she asked me to sing her a bedtime song. Since it was right before Christmas, I sang "Santa Claus is Coming to Town".
Me: “You better watch out, you better not cry. You better not pout I’m telling you why.”
“Santa Claus is coming to town.”
“He sees you when you’re sleeping. He knows when you’re awake…”
Sammi (interrupting): "Daddy, is this song true?"
Sammi: “Is this song really true?”
Me (debating on how much to say): "Uhhh… Why do you ask?"
Sammi: "Well, I know that Santa has to check and make sure that I've been good all year, but does he really need to see me when I'm sleeping?"
Me: "Well honey, it's just a song..."
Sammi (relieved): "That's good! I think if that song were true, I wouldn't be able to sleep at all!"
Me: "Why not?"
Sammi (shuddering): "Because the thought of Santa watching me sleep is really creepy. I'd be worried that if I woke up, he'd just be standing there - staring at me..."