Rebecca Sicree on the Bethlehem Baboon & Other Christmas Traditions
Late one Christmas Eve, as my husband and I surveyed the mountain of presents we needed to wrap, a creaking board told us that we were not alone. Glancing up, I saw three pairs of eyes peering downstairs. I expected groans, of course, when I stomped up the steps and shooed our girls off to bed, but the tears were a surprise. Our oldest daughter Teresa finally told us why they were so upset. They had not been spying on their parents or waiting for Santa, she confessed.
They had been watching for Lizard Man.