?Father,? the children said.
There was no answer. He?s there, all right, they thought.
?Father,? they said, and banged on their beds.
?What do you want?? I asked.
?We have visions of sugarplums,? the children said.
?Go to sleep,? said mamma.
James Thurber channeling Ernest Hemingway writing “The Night Before Christmas” for the New Yorker, 1928.
Thanks to Danger Blog! and Maud for trotting out this wonderful gem: