Spring City Christmas

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 21
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1989
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 325980
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Title Spring City Christmas
Description his helpers coming around to check on little folks and their last minute "behavior." I sat quietly listening, wondering. Every year, for quite some time before Christmas came, I had been told that Santa watched little kids, listening at windows or whatever, to find out what they'd been up to. How I hoped I'd been good enough to please him. How I wished that I hadn't run away that time, wished I hadn't quarreled with my sister or crept silently into Grandma's cornpatch last summer and pulled the corn silk from the cobs to make doll dressed. I hoped Santa didn't know about the time I went to gather the eggs for Grandma and broke one, quickly covering it with dirt and chicken dung so that no one would know. Had I been "bad for a seven-year-old? Would Santa pass me by? I had hoped and wished so hard for something special this year-not a doll or a cupboard or anything like that, although that would be nice, but I wanted a car. One of those little cars you sit in and pedal with your feet-I'd seen kids in those, and I wanted one more than anything else in the world* I hadn't told anyone. They'd only laugh and think that was a dumb thing for a girl, but I didn't care. I guessed I was sort of a tomboy, anyway, loved to climb trees and things. Even knew how to play marbles. I could feel what it would be like having one of those cars, flying around Grandma's big house on those cement sidewalks. I thought that surely if there was a Santa Claus, that I would get that car. Everyone said he was supposed to really care about kida and loved making them happy. So I figured I'd get my car, because that would make me happier than anything. The bells jingled again, just as Mama called to come and get my hair done up in ringlets. "It's almost bedtime," she was saying, "If Santa does come around here, he'll go on by and find a house where the kids are asleep. He's got a lot of places to go, and has to get started early. Maybe he won't have time to come back." 119
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 21
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 325933
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