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As most children believe, everyone is to be sleep...at least before midnight. While sugarplums dance in their head and happiness stirred about Christmas day, there was an unknown factor that made them afraid. No one wondered how Santa pondered. As gifts were delivered in ways you wouldn’t consider. Have you ever thought of the actual name of  "Santa's Little Helper"? Or just thought it was a good thing or a person without a real name?

While Santa crawls into each and every chimney, with gifts he plan to give each, there was another entity that some may consider a creep. As Santa reaches in and out of his bag, there are thoughts of good and thoughts of bad. Quietly, he walks around your house, without a sound…not even a mouse. Tiptoeing through your living room, down the hall and to your bathroom, slowly but surely he enters your bedroom. While you slumber beneath the moon, he eagerly marvels over silhouettes of you.

"He knows when you are sleeping, He knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake…"

Kris Kringle is the name they gave him, it just so happens there are things people are afraid to mention. With the stench of a rancid corpse the five-foot miser, frail with hair that’s coarse takes a sniff…closer and closer to you as you snore. He looks over you like a vulture to prey; he swoops down on you in his own imaginative way. With an evil grin from ear to ear, rotten teeth and ruffled beard, he’s not nearly the greatest, but the absolute worse.

"He knows when you are sleeping, He knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake…" is how the song is said on the breaths of young children before they go to bed, leaving a plate of cookies for Santa in hopes to rest their head. After each house is visited across the globe, one child is missing from home to home.

The myth about the elves is just a fairy tale, a story that sounds good, something that sounds swell. People always wondered the actual description of these little Imps, but in all actuality it was just a mass of abducted kids. As Kringle shifts into gear for once each and every year, a staff is accumulated, of kids far and near.

Kringle is the man that is feared by many, among all ages, from five to seventy. You must understand the plight of travel by night, its utterly insignificant to those who are naughty or who’s nice. Please bear with me as I tell an untold tale, of a man who seemed decrepit, with a missing layer of scales. As he twitch with a fowl stench, stockings are stuffed, with clumps of coal bricks. No one could have ever imagined the mind of this man, that both Santa and Kringle was one in the same man.

I came up with this piece thinking about my kids and I immediately thought of Dr. Seuss.

You asked what is a Who Sue? Is it a dog Is it a cat Is it a cow with a top hat Is it a mouse Is it rat of course there isn't a tail Is it a frog that doesn't hop a rabbit, I think not a fur ball that grew legs with each breeze, flew away Is it an alligator with hair With a body shaped like a pear A mongoose with screws loose that always take the stairs Is it a fish with no fin A Moose with a small grin Perhaps its just a Ferret A Goose with a large beard No my dear... What you're asking Has already been answered It's True! A Who is something We all believe in A Who, is You.