From James Thurber’s “A Visit from Saint Nicholas (In the Ernest Hemingway Manner),” which originally appeared in the December 24, 1927 issue of The New Yorker:
It was the night before Christmas. The house was very quiet. No creatures were stirring in the house. There werenâ€™t even any mice stirring. The stockings had been hung carefully by the chimney. The children hoped that Saint Nicholas would come and fill them.
The children were in their beds. Their beds were in the room next to ours. Mamma and I were in our beds. Mamma wore a kerchief. I had my cap on. I could hear the children moving. We didnâ€™t move. We wanted the children to think we were asleep.
â€œFather,â€ the children said.
There was no answer. Heâ€™s there, all right, they thought.
(Via Danger Blog!)