There Is a Santa Claus (Classic Reprint)
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| Hersteller: | Forgotten Books (Glorie, Peter) |
| Stand: | 2015-08-04 03:50:33 |
Produktbeschreibung
Excerpt from There Is a Santa Claus That was Pop´s job and he had been happy with it all those past years. Now it was another Christmas season and Pop was once again putting on the bright red royal robes of his department store kingdom. He had no need for a pillow to stick behind his belt, for Pop was properly moulded for Santa Claus. His blowzy cheeks were as red as his uniform and his laugh as comforting and friendly as a Yule-log fire. Every evening at nine o´clock when Pop stepped out of his Santa Claus guise he also took off his easy smile. The old man loved his work - the feel of the small hands in his as the kids came up to shake hands with Santa; the identical awe on the youngsters´ faces as they found themselves face to face with the fat man who they believed held the solution to all their Christmas problems in his far off North Pole abode. Yes, Pop was fond of all that. He´d write down the things that the kids told him that they wanted. Then unseen by the young ones, Pop Santa Claus would slip the list to a waiting parent, who would see to it that their youngsters´ stockings were well filled with the very things Santa promised to bring them. That part of playing Santa was easy and pleasant. It made him tingle all over. But these tingles of satisfaction would freeze into icy chills whenever one of the poor kids from Hogan´s Alley made the pilgrimage to the House of Santa. Pop would listen to their requests. They were always simple; just a small doll or a pair of roller skates. Some of them didn´t ask for themselves; it was for a sick brother or sister. And not all of their requests were for toys. Many asked for food - they didn´t expect Santa Claus to bring them a turkey, or even a chicken - just "somethin´ good to eat" would be okay. Pop took down their names and their requests, but there never were any waiting parents to slip the lists to. Even if there had been they couldn´t afford to get the things they knew their children wanted. It seemed to Pop that Santa Claus was pretty helpless when it came to poor people. One afternoon a small wide-eyed girl, bundled in a patched homemade coat, walked up to Santa Claus Walton and made a neat curtsy. "Good afternoon, Mr. Santa Claus." Pop looked down from his icy throne upon the tiny citizen of Hogan´s Alley. "Good afternoon, young lady. Come on up here on Santa´s knee and tell him what your troubles are." The wee lass moved closer. Pop Walton picked her up and placed her on his expansive lap. "Now suppose you tell Santa your name and what you want for Christmas." "My name´s Pandy Perkins, Mr. Santa Claus, and for Christmas I would like a little woolly doggie because my real doggie Willikins got runned over by a truck." She was all out of breath when she finished. "A little woolly doggie named Willikins," Pop repeated the words as he wrote down the information, "and what else would you like, Pandy?" "Just the doggie, Santa, and please don´t get losted again this year. Last Christmas we waited for you and you never came." She stopped and thought for a few seconds. "But then I guess Hogan´s Alley is kinda hard to find at night, isn´t it, Santa?" Pop quickly wiped away a tear and answered, "Yes, it is, but this time I´ll find it, Pandy, don´t you worry." About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
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