A Stocking or a Pillowcase?

Dominion, Volume 31, Issue 72, 18 December 1937, Page 31

A Stocking or a Pillowcase?

DEAR Everybody,— _ -, • r Do you all hang your stockings up on Christmas Lve or is it a pillowcase ? 'Whichever it is, make sure it’s big, for you never know what’s coming to you. Myself, I think Father Christmas has a queer sense of humour; ever since the time when very modestly I hung up a stocking that I had grown out of and found, when I awakened in the darkness of a Christmas dawn (now you know how early it was!) that hard red sweets like marbles were scattered over the floor. I did not discover them till I got out of bed to pull back the curtain, and see how far off daylight was; then I stood on one, squealed, slipped, and sat down—plonk— on anoilier. Everywhere there seemed to be red sweets; and / wished most 'heartily that I had hung up a larger stocking so that Father Christmas, in cramming in a grapefruit on top of the sweets and several other weird and wonderful things on top of the grapefruit, would not have pushed the toe out of that rather worn stocking of mine. True, I had the fun of grovelling round in the dark and eating red sweets like marbles 'off the floor; but there may be real marbles in your stocking, which would be really rather trying!

Wellington’s streets are filled with busy people wearing that only-seen-at-Christmas look on their faces— you know, the one that says, “You’ll never guess what I’ve got for you! And the shops!—but everywhere the shops are gay and festivelooking, so you can guess what Wellington is looking like. I had a serious talk to the Weatherman yesterday about the weather for next week-end. I felt he wasn’t very reliable after his performance of last week, when it seemed as if he couldn’t make up his mind whether to be happy or sad, and so was being both in turns. One minute it rained, and the next the sun shone; it was very disturbing. However, William is very humble and contrite now; he says he thinks he had an attack of dyspepsia (we call it indigestion!), and that that was why the weather was so funny. However, he has promised to give us the very best sunshine he can produce for Christmas Day, and for the days after, too. We shall have to rewind him of his promise by putting a perfectly splendid Christmas Page on his breakfast table next Friday morning!

Love to you all, and \y • i/f /J? don’t forget about the -jS stockings! J v y'