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Claus really come to our hou>e?"
That is the most anxious ques
tion in America today. I: i an
swered in the following column,
written for parents to read aloud
to their children. It has become
a scrapbook favorite in many
homes.
By Hal Boyle
NORTH POLE Iff) — He’s off!
Santa Claus is on his way at
last.
The jolly old Saint and his fam
ous reindeer are zooming through
the Arctic skies right now, head
ing for the American border. He’ll
reach it tonight.
The Northern Lights switched on
to a clear, steady green —- the
“go-ahead” signal. And the Royal
Canadian Mounted Police sent
Santa this message:
“We are clearing all air lines in
your path, old boy. There is no
speed limit for you tonight. The
sky is yours. Go as fast as you
like. Good luck!”
And Santa needed that wide
clear road in the sky. For his big
red sleigh was piled so high with
gifts it overflowed. It looked like
a flying hayrack as it raced
through the cold crisp air.
“Oh, dear; oh, dear,” worried
Santa, just before the takeoff. “I
do hope none of the presents fall
out and bean some poor innocent
rabbit down below. I believe this
must be the heaviest load I’ve
had in 20 years.”
“What is he fretting about?”
whispered Donder to Vixen. “He’s
only riding in the sleigh. We have
to pull it.”
Just then Mrs. Santa Claus came
running out waving a long piece
of paper.
“You almost forgot your list
of good children,” she said.
“Never mind,” replied Santa.
“I don’t need it. This year I’m
going to give a present to every
little boy and girl, good or bad.
The bad ones will feel sorry then,
because they know they don’t de
serve a nice present. It’ll make ’em
try harder to be good next year.”
“That isn’t according to Hoyle,”
said Mrs. Claus, who likes to play
bridge. “Buit it does make sense,
you old softie.”
Santa stood up to crack his
whip in the air—the signal to be
off. But then he heard a small
voice crying:
“Wait! Please wait.”
It was Cluny, Santa’s favorite
little elf. The other elves gossiped
about Cluny and said she was
clumsy at making toys. But Santa
knew it was only because she
was so young. He liked her be
cause she had a good heart.
“Here,” said the tiny elf, hold
ing up a small shiny figure.
“What’s this? What’s this?”
grumbled Santa. “You’re too late.
My pack is already loaded.”
“It is only my present to the
world,” said Cluny. "I made it at
night in my room—all by myself.”
Santa took the little figure from
her hands. It was a beautiful angel
with butterfly wings and a robe
of purest white. In her hand the
angel held a small magic wand.
“It is the angel of peace,” ex
plained Cluny.
“Why, Cluny,” said Santa, “this
is better than all the other gifts
put together. I’ll see that your
angel waves her hand for one day
at least over every home in the
land.”
And he picked up Cluny and
gave her a big whisker-tickly kiss
on her cheek. Then he picked up
his long whip again and cracked
it sharply in the frost air.
“Ho, ho, ho! here we go!” he
roared. “Ho, ho, ho! here we go!”
The eight reindeer leaped for
ward and the big sleigh began
sliding through the snow. Faster,
faster, faster—and then they were
off the ground and into the air.
Santa was on his way. And to
night, if you go to bed, he will
come to your house, wherever you
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appreciative of our friends
than at Christmas. For you
and your consideration we
are grateful and trust you
will enjoy a wonderful
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