CHRISTMAS LETTERS.

Auckland Star, Volume LXVI, Issue 307, 28 December 1935, Page 3 (Supplement)

CHRISTMAS LETTERS.

14, Melford Street, Ponsonby. Dear Peter Pan, — I hope you are quite well. lam going to tell you about what I would do if I woke on Christmas Night and found Santa Claus tilling my pillowease. I was told that Santa Claus does not like little children to see him, so 1 should turn over and £0 to sleep. Love from 'WILFRED HARRISON (age G). Turiwiri, Dargaville. Dear Peter Pan, — One Christmas night I heard a noise by my bed, so 1 looked round quietly to see what it was. It was Santa Claus. He was reading the letter I left for him. Then he popped into my sock some nuts and . lollies. Opening his big bag he took out a corker boat —one you could wind up and make go. I felt like jumping out of bed. Then I remembered that mummy had told me that Father Christmas always looks at little boys' feet to see if they are clean or dirty. I shut my eyes just in time and pretended that I was asleep. He pulled back the bedclothes and up with my pyjama legs. My feet were quite clean, so he left me two balloons and some crackers. I remain, ALBERT D. BROWN (age 8). 10, Kgrcmont Street, Belmont. Dear Peter Pan, — The last time I wrote to you I told you about an adventure with Miss Muffet and 80-peep. This time lam going to tell you about my adventure with Santa Ciaus. When I had been in bed a few hours last Christmas live I heard a strange noise. It seemed to be in the chimney. I sat up quickly and then I lay down again, because I saw it was Santa Claus coming down into my room. I kept very still and watched him putting our toys into the stockings. Then I saw him bringing down an extra big toy and rest it by the wall. I moved up a little in my bed and saw that it was a real twowheeler bike. "Santa Claus," I called, "is that for me?" "Yes it is," said Santa Claus, in a kind voice. "You will be able to go messages on it." "So I will," I answered. "It will save a good deal of time, won't it, Santa Claus?" "My word it will!" said he. "Good-bye, I must hurry on. I have lots of work to do to-night. I am going on to the hospital after I have finished your street. I must give the little sick children some lovely toys. Go to sleep now, for it will soon be morning and time for you to see everything I have brought you. A merry Christmas to you all." And he put his sack on his back and climbed quickly back up the chimney. I listened and soon I knew by the jingle of his bells that he was off. I fell asleep and when I woke up it was daylight and the sun was shining on my lovely new bike. Good-bye, Peter Pan. Ido hope you and Wendy and Tinkerbell all have a very happy Christmas time. From your sincere Budgetite, REX HIJNT (age 7i). 25, 'Main Road, Kohimarama, El. Dear Peter Tan, — On Christmas Eve I was very excited because I was thinking that at night Santa Claus would come with a tremendous bag full of toys. I could I scarcely wait for the time to come. At night I awoke suddenly, and to my surprise who should be standing there but Santa Claus. As still as a mouse I lay and watched him. He had the most beautiful things I had ever seen, and a great many more than I had thought lie could carry. While I was patiently waiting I saw him put a camera into my stocking, a present I had always wished for. I moved a little. Santa Claus turned round, so I quickly shut my eyes, hoping he had not seen me. But no, wasn't I thankful! In a little while I took another peep to see what he was doing, whether he was still busy with my stocking or if he was quietly leaving my room. Sure enough, he had crept away without making a sound, so I quickly jumped out of bed, and running'to the window looked out to catch a glimpse of him moving along with his reindeer and sleigh. I was too late. All I could see was a dim light moving away in the distance. I went back to bed and slept till morning light appeared and then, oh joy! What did I find in that stocking? A slate, a train, story books, a motor car and other good things. I was greatly excited and ran into my mother and father to show them the beautiful presents. I wish I knew where Santa Claus lives, so as I could write and thank him for his kindness, but no one seems to know where his home is. Perhaps, Peter Pan, you could tell me? Yours sincerely, OWEN SMITH (age 8).