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The stubborn refusal of Claus Hopper seemed to him like flat rebellion; his temper suddenly boiled over, and Claus was glad to make a rapid retreat to escape scalding. When the bumpkin got to the housekeeper's room, he found Peter de Groodt, and several other true believers, ready to receive him.
When Santa Claus comes around to New York this Christmas he will look in vain for some of the slum alleys he used to know. They are gone.
It's no use trying not to. The children, the brownies, and the fairies are all delighted, and laugh, and dance up and down, and clap their hands. WALTER cries out, Go on, Santa. You'll make a jolly boy. Down goes Santa Claus on his hands and knees, and crawls under the table.
Papa is sick; only, he's better now, and will be all well soon. And mamma and I came to see him, with what Santa Claus brought us." "I see," I commented. "And these are the things Santa Claus brought you?" I added, indicating the toys on the cot. "You have come, now, to show them to me?" Her face fell a bit. "I came to play at them with you," she said.
That's what the magic hazel nuts will make them do, says SANTA CLAUS. And when they have crawled under the table you see, it's a table that has a Christmas dinner on it, and that makes a difference, of course well, when they have crawled under the table, then . No. I believe I won't tell you about what will happen then. I'll keep it for a surprise and it's something worth seeing you may be sure.
"And Santa Claus and Polly took hold of hands and danced around the Tree," said Joel; "I'll never forget that." "Well, you would better take hold of hands and dance down to the recitation room," said Parson Henderson's deep voice, as he suddenly appeared in their midst, "the children are all ready to give their carols. Come."
Then Ak, in gentle voice, told him the story of his babyhood: how he had been abandoned at the forest's edge and left a prey to wild beasts, and how the loving nymph Necile had rescued him and brought him to manhood under the protection of the immortals. "Yet I am not of them," said Claus, musingly. "You are not of them," returned the Woodsman.
Every great painter in older times seems to have thought it incumbent upon him to paint a Christ, and consequently you meet them everywhere. I wonder the arms of the men who ventured upon such sacred ground did not wither at their sides. To paint old men with tremendous white flowing beards a cross between Santa Claus and Bluebeard and call them God! Here is materialism for you with a vengeance.
So when the deer came near he opened the door and called to them: "Good morning, Flossie! Tell me how you are able to walk on the snow so easily." "It is frozen hard," answered Flossie. "The Frost King has breathed on it," said Glossie, coming up, "and the surface is now as solid as ice." "Perhaps," remarked Claus, thoughtfully, "I might now carry my pack of toys to the children."
"Tommy Turner," said Santa Claus aloud, "six white flags, three black ones. That leaves only three presents for Tommy: but we must see what can be done for him." So he bustled among the toys, and soon had a ball, a horse, and a Noah's ark tied up in a parcel, which he tossed into the basket.
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