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Even though Santa gets all the acclaim, behind the scenes, it's Mrs. Claus who keeps everything running smoothly through the busiest time of year at the North Pole.
When you were a child growing up, chances are that you believed in Santa Claus. That merry fat man who brought presents to all the good kids in the world. Then by accident, or because someone told, you discovered this man did not really exist. How did that feel? This is a question was always wanted to know the answer to so we asked people to tell us their stories. Here is a collection of fun and interesting essays about Santa Claus. What we learned is that kids are pretty smart and the Santa Claus story wil endure.
The perfect gift for Christmas! A classic short tale from Enid Blyton's Magic Faraway Tree series with fun and stunning new full-colour illustrations from Alex Paterson. When Joe, Beth, Frannie and Rick and their friends Silky and Saucepan-man are turned into toys, they're not sure they'll ever be able to get back to their orginal selves! Only one person can help them. The friends must get to very top of the magic Faraway Tree and Santa Claus's castle as fast as they can!
Young children love things that go, and these are books they can spend hours playing with, as well as reading.
Mr. William B. Aikins, alias "Softy" Hubbard, alias Billy The Hopper, paused for breath behind a hedge that bordered a quiet lane and peered out into the highway at a roadster whose tail light advertised its presence to his felonious gaze. It was Christmas Eve, and after a day of unseasonable warmth a slow, drizzling rain was whimsically changing to snow.The Hopper was blowing from two hours' hard travel over rough country. He had stumbled through woodlands, flattened himself in fence corners to avoid the eyes of curious motorists speeding homeward or flying about distributing Christmas gifts, and he was now bent upon committing himself to an inter-urban trolley line that would afford comfortable transportation for the remainder of his journey. Twenty miles, he estimated, still lay between him and his domicile.
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