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By LUCRECE HUDGINS
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CHAPTER 17
A MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL
Dasher, the reindeer, flew into
the sky. The stars were so close
and so bright Bucky felt he could
reach out and grab a handful. He
had just decided to try it when
suddenly Dasher dropped from
the sky and landed in Santa Land.
How the fairly folk sang and
shouted to see Dasher back again!
Santa and Mrs. Claus came run
ning from their cottage. Mrs.
Claus was crying she was so hap
py. Santa couldn’t say anything at
all. He just stood there looking
jollier and jollier and as if he'
weer going to burst with pride
and pleasure.
When Bucky slid down from
Dasher’s back there was Lone
some Boy sitting there for every
one to see. I
“Not Jindians again!” cried
Tweedleknees.
Bucky said, “Lonesome Boy is
my friend. He is an Indian now.”
Lonesome Boy smiled. It was
the first time anyone had seen
him smile and it was a wonderful
thing to see.
“Me not Lonesome Boy any
more,” he said. “Me Happy Boy.
Me have friend.”
Santa laughed—oh, such a gay
and jolly laugh.
“Come, Happy* Boy! Pick your
Christmas present! Anything you
want is yours. But hurry, for it is
Christmas eve and in a very few
minutes I must be on my way.”
Even at that moment the
dwarfs were pulling out Santa’s
sleigh and hitching up the rein
deer with Dasher himself leading
the rest. The elves dumped sack
after sack of toys into the bottom
of the big red sleigh and still went
back for more.
Lonesome Boy—who was Happy
Boy now—took Santa’s hand.
“Please,” he said. “I no want pres
ent. But if you bring presents to
Jindian tribe they no hate you
anymore.”
Santa looked startled. Then he
pounded his hands together. “So
that’s it!” he cried. “They only
wanted some Christmas for them
selves all the time!”
Santa rushed away and didn’t
come back until Tweedleknees
roared it was time for him to go.
Then Santa came. He carried on
his back a special pack and over
one shoulder he carried an enor
mous fir tree already decorated
with gold and tinsel and red and
blue balls.
Santa climbed in the sleigh.
“Come Buckv,” he said. “I’ll take
you home tonight. And Happy
Boy, too.” So the two bys climbed
in the sleigh and away they flew.
I don’t know exactly what those
Jindians thought when the saw
Santa come riding down into their
midst. But I do know they were
too astonished to move—not even
when they saw Bucky and the
Jindian boy in the sleigh.
“Merry Christmas!” cried Santa.
He leaped from the sleigh and set
up his great Christmas tree. Then
he dumped out his very special
bag that he carried over his back
and every Jindian’s eyes popped
to sec the present there: tiddley
winks and bob jacks and bead
necklaces and marbles and bubble
gum and huming tops ad crayons
and shells and all the bright shiny
trinkets that children and Jindi
ans love.
For a long moment no one said
a word. Then the Jindians mum
bled excitedly together. Finally
Chief Hurricane walked over to
Santa. He had a pipe in his hand
and 'he offered the pipe to Santa.
“Smoke peace pipe,” he said.
He grinned—a funny kind of grin
because he wasn’t used to smiling,
you know.
Santa leaned over and took a
big puff on the pipe and passed it
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back to Chief Hurricane. Anybody
could see that Santa thought this
was the most fun he’d had for
many and many a Christmas eve.
Happy Boy went to Chief Hurri
cane and said, “Me go home with
little cowboy.” Chief Hurricane
just nodded yes. He was anxious
to start playing around in that
pile of toys from Santa’s pack.
Bucky put his arm around Hap
py Eoy. He thought, “Well, I
really did get my wish! I’m going
to have a real live Indian to play
with for Christmas
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He wondered what his mother
and father would say to that. He
guessed they’d be so glad to have
him home they’d be glad to have
Happy Boy there, too.
“Off we go, now!” cried Santa.
He and Bucky and Happy Boy got
into the sleigh and off they start
ed. |
“Christmas make merry to
you!*” shouted the Jindians—
stumbling over the strange new
words.
Santa leaned from his sleigh
and called gaily back: “And a
Marry Christmas to all!”
THE END
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THERE'S A SONG
IN THE AIR
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Christmas at the Community
Methodist Church (Federated) this
year will be accompanied by quite
a number of vocal groups. The
Men‘s Quartette will sing at the |
Midnight Communion Ser vice
Sunday night, along with several
solos.
At the Sunda'y morning service
both the Senior Choir, directed by
Mrs. Ed Halkinson, and the Sun
day evening or Eskimo Choir, di
rected by Mrs. Treat will present
the Christmas concert.
At the Saturday Christmas
Pageant presented by the Sunday
School the Junior and Intermedi
ate Choirs, directer by Mrs. Luther
Dunbar, and the Primary Choir
directed by iMrs. Treat will sing
music fo rthe tableau scenes.
HOLIDAY CANDLES
Candles to be used for decora
tive purposes will not droop if
given a coat of shelac, say the
experts. To be cleaned, they need
only be wiped with a damp cloth.
Elmora Benewa, formerly teach
for the ANS here, sends greetings
from Gladstone, Oregon, where
she is enjoying her work in the
maternity ward of the hospital
there.
Mrs. Clarence Woofier has been
elected president of Pioneers of
Alaska, Auxiliary .No. 8, at Fair
banks.
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