Always Watching

I was standing at my kitchen counter, eating my morning cereal.

What is the ticking noise? Since I watch too many "cop" shows, I thought the worse. Have I "ticked" somebody off...somebody that knows how to make ticking devises?

Along with the ticking, there was another odd feeling. I felt like I was being watched. Was somebody in my back yard? In my driveway? Was it a nosy neighbor? A nosy squirrel?

No, no, no, and no. I tracked the noise down to this Santa. His green base has a solar panel, so when the sunlight hits him...he dances. Arms flailing, head moving from side to side.

The watching part got to me. I got a real nice TV sound bar from my S-I-L and daughter, and a nice hat and scarf from my other S-I-L, but other than that...I got squat this year from the jolly fat man.

Perhaps I should believe that Santa is always watching me. He knows if you've been bad or good...so be good for goodness sake!!  Perhaps I should least attempt to be a good boy.

Last thought. Do you think the snow pair on his right are jealous of Santa"s ability to move and dance? I know they both have smiles on their faces, but are the smiles forced? Do they also want to dance?

Always something to think about.