everyone and ensure Christmas morning is nonstop fun.
O ut in the front yard, each girl gets a hug from each of the Clauses. Cute as a bug- each girl, that is. Well, each Claus too. Bob says, “I left a big brown cow for you, prettily gift-wrapped, by one of the trees.” Then Santa wants to turn Bob over his knee.
Bob says, “Giving a cow-that’s not mean. Remember, with milk we can make ice cream!” Santa gives his brother a very stern look, and Bob decides to operate more by the book. “Okay, so I’ll change the cow into a guppy. Better yet, make it a small black puppy.”
T hen into the big sleigh each Claus bounds. Mom and Dad are still making curious sounds: gasps of surprise and squeaks and peeps. What is the particular problem that keeps grown-ups from accepting that magic is real, that it’s okay to believe in what you feel?
Into the night, eight reindeer take flight. The big soaring sleigh is a wondrous sight. Then Santa and Bob call out from on high: “Yo, Lottie! Yo, Emmy! Goodbye, goodbye! Believing in magic, you saved Christmas Day. Keep believing in us after we’ve gone away!”