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Dominion, Volume 25, Issue 69, 15 December 1931, Page 11 (Supplement)

What is Your Xmas Present going to Cost • WHAT IS IT GOING TO BE? Every person in the wide world has this problem confronting them to-day, to-morrow, and till 10 p.m. Christmas Lve. Would it assist you to solve the problem in selecting a very suitable and useful present if you remember that it Kains In Wellington Sometimes? Does it strike the reader that an Umbrella, something very special, of course,, for lady or gentleman, is the most popular present one can give or accept? VERY ORIGINAL DESIGNS IN UMBRELLAS, 5/- to 37/tt EACH. CHILDREN’S UMBRELLAS AND SUNSHADES, 2/11 to 8/11. Really Smart and Good. Next in favour, as a reallj’ serviceable present bound to be admired, is a good WALKING STICK, smart design, exquisitely mounted in Sterling Gold or Silver. 7/6 to 4a/Any Draper will sell you an Umbrella and any Tobacconist a Walking Stick, but then all such Umbrellas and Walking Sticks . are of one kind. \ Well, then, where to buy a really special Umbrella or Walking Stick ? WHY, AT LETHABY’S, THE UMBRELLA AND WALKING STICK HOUSE, Immediately opposite Wellington General Post Office, who are now showing samples of the WORLD’S BEST UMBRELLAS AND WALKING STICKS, London Manufacture, and no Draper or Tobacconist can show or sell you these high-class goods. CALL AND RESERVE YOUR PRESENT TO-DAY. LETHABY’S THE UMBRELLA ARCADE. Opposite the General Post Office, WellingtonNOWHERE ELSE.

THE GOBLINS AND THE CHRISTMAS TREES Once ujion a time the Christmas trees used to stand waiting, with toys hung upon them, all the year, in a great big forest But that was before the Goblins discovered them. “Oooooo!” said the Goblins one day when, they found the trees, all hung with presents by Santa Glaus, and waiting for him to come along and carry them on his sleigh to where the children were. “Oooo! These will jifst do for us!” “Go away, ’ Goblins!” begged the trees. “These aren't yours! They’re for the children. Santa Claus has been hanging presents on us all through the year. And Christmas is coming; and the children will be dreadfully disappointed if there are no toys on their trees.” But the Goblins did not answer. Up the trees they swarmed, and they picked and picked and picked until the trees were bare. Peter Pixie did it too, for he was a Goblin like the rest. He took for his share a bag of sweets, and a little drum, and a trumpet, and other things'too; indeed, he took so many that he couldn’t carry them very far, so he sat down under a tree to play with them. “Oh!” sighed' the trees, “The Goblins have taken the children’s toys. How sad the children will be!” “Who cares?” said the other Goblins.- But Peter Pixie did care. He’d begun to love his toys so much that he understood how disappointed the children would be. “Here, let’s give them back,” said he to the rest. “Santa Claus will be coming soon.” “Not we! We’ll hide ourselves, and the toys too, before he comes,” said the rest of the Goblins, racing off with their shares and hiding, leaving Peter Pixie alone. “I'll hang mine up again, anyway,” said lie. But it wasn’t easy to hang those presents up again all alone, and in any case the others might come back and take them before Santa Claus arrived. So Peter thought of a plan; he would hide the presents under the snow. He was digging them down deep to keep safe for Santa Claus when along the dear old gentleman came, with his reindeer sleigh. “Oh!” cried he. “The children’s toys are gone. There won’t be any happy Christmas for them.” “Yes, there will, Santa,” said Peter Pixie. “Because I’ve hidden these for them under the snow, safe and sound. I took them, but I’m sorry now, and they’re quite all right for the children. I’m sorry the rest are gone.” So was Santa, but he looked at little Peter Pixie with kind eyes. “You may be a Goblin, but you’re ngood little fellow for all that. I’ll have to go back home to get more toys, and next year I’ll keep them there, away from prying Goblins, till Christmas Eve. How’d you like to help me? I need a willing little fellow like you at home!” “Ooo! To live with Santa, and help him make toys!” Peter Pixie grinned with joy. “Into the sleigh you hop, then!” said Santa. What a drive it was! They had to drive home and fetch more toys in double-quick time. Santa was late that year, but nobody guessed why. Nobody guessed, either, that Peter Pixie helped Santa to fill the stockings; few people guess that Peter Pixie has helped him every year since then. But he has, for Peter lives with Santa, and helps him to make toys 4 and keep them safe under the snow away from prying Goblin-folk until Christmas Eve every year!