On a cold, cold day

Poem by local woman tells of memories of Santa Claus

On a cold, cold day in early December

It snowed and snowed, I still remember

Waiting for Santa was such a joy

Couldn’t wait to see what kind of toy


He would bring me, if I was good.

Some of plastic, some of wood

But if I was bad, no Santa for me

No Christmas presents under the tree.


Just a lump of coal, deep in my sock

No candy, no toys, just this “Little Black Rock”.

I learned my lesson growing up through the years

The meaning of Santa and Christmas cheers.


It’s the giving and not receiving

And in my heart, that just believing

That Christmas comes but once a year

With Santa and his eight reindeer.

– Written by Jody Muttitt