It was Christmas Eve. The
children had hung their stockings by the fireplace and were all snug in
Sometime during the night, they were visited by a big, jolly, old man dressed in red. You got it, it was Santa Claus!
Santa and his bright red toy bag came down the chimney. This was his last stop of the night. First, he filled each stocking with special treats. Then, for each child, he left some gifts.
"A new bike for Suzie," said Santa, pulling a beautiful pink bicycle out of his bag. "And, a train set for Billy."
By the time Santa was finished his work, he was a little hungry. He spotted a glass of milk and a plate of goodies, sitting on the kitchen table.
"I'll just take one," said Santa, reaching for a piece of chocolate cake. "If I eat too much, I might get stuck in the chimney on my way out."
The cake was so gooey and so good that Santa just had to have another slice. Soon, the plate was empty.
"Oh my!" said Santa, realizing what he had done. "I'm so full now!"
Santa got up from the chair. As he did, he heard it snap in two.
"Oh my!" said Santa again. "I've broken the chair!"
Santa gathered up his bag and went over to the chimney. With a twinkle of his eyes and a twitch of his nose, up the chimney he rose. However, he was only able to get halfway up the chimney before he got stuck. He tried to go further, but the further he went, the more he got stuck.
Oh no!" said Santa. "I'm stuck!"
No matter what Santa did, he could not get out. He dangled in mid-air with his big black boots hanging over the fireplace.
"I'm glad there is no fire on right now," said Santa, after a few hours had gone by. "My feet would get pretty hot!"
Morning soon came. Suzie and Billy were quite anxious to go downstairs and see what Santa had brought them. They both went into their parents bedroom.
"Merry Christmas!" they shouted.
"Merry Christmas, children!" Mom and Dad said.
Within a few minutes, the whole family was downstairs. Suzie spotted the empty plate.
"Santa Claus was here!" she exclaimed. "And, he ate all the goodies."
Billy noticed the broken chair.
"Yeah," he said. "He ate so much that he broke the chair."
Dad was by the fireplace. He had just placed some kindling into it and was about to strike a match, when he just happened to look up. He saw a pair of big, black rubber boots hanging down.
"That's nothing children!" Dad said, tugging on one of the boots with all his might. "Santa is still here!"
The children rushed over to the fireplace. They helped Dad pull Santa out of the chimney. They tugged and tugged and tugged. Finally, down came Santa, with a crash.
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" he rang. "Merry Christmas!"
He was gone in a flash, this time, out the front door.
"What was all the commotion about?" Mom asked, coming out of the kitchen.
"Oh, it was just Santa Claus," laughed Billy. "He was so fat from eating all your baked goods that he not only broke the chair that he was sitting on, but he also got stuck in the chimney!"
The whole family laughed.
A heavy thump, thump, thump was heard on the roof of their house and then a jingle, jingle, jingle and finally, a "Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!"
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