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Publié par | Grafton & Scratch Publishers |
Date de parution | 12 septembre 2017 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781927979273 |
Langue | English |
Poids de l'ouvrage | 1 Mo |
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Being a True Account, if only you believe it, of the Life and Ways of Santa, Oldest Son of Mr. and Mrs. Claus
by SARAH ADDINGTON
Illustrated by GERTRUDE A. KAY
Grafton & Scratch P U B L I S H E R S
P PREFACE
THIS BRIEF BIOGRAPHY of a great hero, Santa Claus, is entered upon with the reverence due to the nature of the undertaking, and with the timidity that necessarily arises from the fact that it is a breaking of new ground .
Just why historians have, in all epic accounts, ignored probably the greatest international figure that ever existed, is a mystery to the author, for whom the antecedents, early life, and young manhood of Santa Claus have always been immensely fascinating. Nevertheless, the life of this great man has never been written; and even Mr. Wells, in a history of life from the amoeba to the Peace Conference, has not so much as a footnote on Santa Claus, though there are critics of youthful, and therefore unprejudiced, minds, who will rate him far above Napoleon, Lincoln, and Garibaldi .
To shed light, then, on the life of a popular idol, shamefully neglected by historians, is the purpose of this little study, which has been carefully and scientifically compiled from original sources .
The author is fully aware that her book cannot add a single huzza to the world’s acclaim of Santa Claus (for he has gloriously risen above the conspiracy of historians to world-wide celebrity). She writes the account to please herself, and possibly a few other fellow admirers (preferably under twelve), who, like her, must know where Santa Claus lived as a little boy, what his mother was like, and how he got started in his enchanting business, before admitting this to be a perfect world .
S.A.
C ONTENTS I Introducing the Family II Santa’s Brothers Come to Town III Mother Goose Comes to Visit IV Santa Has a Secret all by Himself V Santa Almost Tells the Wonderful Secret VI Mrs. Claus Gets Ready for the Holy Day VII The Wonderful Secret Comes Out VIII Honors for Santa IX Bad News from Hamelin X Several Things Happen XI The Day of the Party XII The Party XIII Santa Has a Wonderful Adventure XIV Santa Has Another Marvelous Idea XV A Great Problem in the Claus Family XVI Old King Cole Gives His Answer XVII Santa Goes A-Courting XVIII The Wedding, And The Wedding Journey XIX The First Christmas XX Santa Comes Home
The little boy who lived in Pudding Lane was always dressed in a bright red suit
T he Boy Who Lived In Pudding Lane
I
INTRODUCING THE FAMILY
O NCE UPON A TIME , in the kingdom of Old King Cole, there lived a father and a mother, and a fat little boy who was always dressed in a bright red suit. The father, whose name was Mr. Claus, was a baker, and he lived in Pudding Lane, between the butcher and the candle-stick-maker.
Mr. Claus was really about the best baker in the world. He knew so well how to make little cake puppies, with red-currant eyes. And he knew so well how to make funny gingerbread Brownies, with black-raisin eyes. He made great fat loaves of bread, warm and golden and crusty. And he made little plum tarts, that a boy could eat up in one gobble, and a girl could eat up in two.
All the boys and girls who lived in Pudding Lane used to play around Mr. Claus’s shop, and Mr. Claus, being a generous baker, almost always gave them cake-dough puppies, or gingerbread Brownies, when they came. And often, when he was busy, he would send out his little boy, Santa, to give the children their pastries.
The children loved the little fat Santa even more than they did the cake-dough puppies and the gingerbread Brownies. He was such a jolly little chap, with a smile that crinkled up his round nose, blue eyes brimful of merriment, and a waddle that made all the children laugh, as he staggered under loaves and cookies.
“You look like your grandmother’s gander when you walk,” they would cry.
And sure enough, he did walk very much like his grandmother’s gander. But this was a high honor, indeed, for his Grandmother was that great person, Mother Goose, and her gander was a bird much admired by the children of Pudding Lane.
Almost every day the children would come, and Santa would give them sweet things from the bakeshop until they couldn’t eat any more. Pretty soon, Mr. Claus began to complain.
“How can I make money, Santa, if you give away everything and leave me nothing to sell? Yesterday, you gave away every cookie in the shop, and left only the cinnamon cow on the counter. And her right horn was broken off.”
But little Santa knew that his father was not serious, and that everything was really going very well indeed. For they were warm and cosy in their rooms behind the shop, and they had plenty of hot soup and sausages to eat. Moreover, every night, when the butcher and the candlestick-maker came over to sit with the baker, they always said that business was good, and praised Old King Cole to the skies.
Santa would give them sweet things from the bake-shop until they couldn’t eat any more
II
SANTA’S BROTHERS COME TO TOWN
T HEN, ONE DAY , Santa was told that he had two little brothers.
“Two!” he cried.
This was a surprise. And sure enough, there in the cradle near the stove, he saw them, a pair of squirming, purplish objects, who made dreadful faces at him when he peeped at them, and who gave out strange noises.