A childhood belief about monsters

I used to believe in the big bad wolf. It was a very real fear for me.
At Easter and Christmas this terror was magnified tenfold.

You see, I could always hear this evil, hairy wolf with his sharp teeth,
enter my home, rustle around and had visions of him laying in wait
to eat both the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus.

I spent many years worth of holidays, cowaring under the blankets,
attempting to rouse mom and dad from their slumber to save the
day.

Being struck mute due to the terror of the situation at hand,
this was NEVER accomplished. That and the simple fact there was
no chance of me leaving the safe haven of my bed to make the
break for their room. :)