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The Nodding Donkey knew that when Santa Claus and the workers were gone he and the other toys could do as they pleased, and he could hardly wait for that time to come.

“But while I am waiting I will stay here on the shelf and get hard and dry,” said the Nodding Donkey to himself.

Once more he looked in the glass on the doll’s bureau, and he was well pleased with himself, was the Nodding Donkey.

Such a busy place was the workshop of Santa Claus at the North Pole, where the Nodding Donkey was drying in his coat of varnish!

The place was like a great big greenhouse, all made of glass, only the glass was sheets of crystal-clear ice. Santa Claus needed plenty of light in his workshop, for in the dark it is not easy to put red cheeks and blue eyes on dolls, or paint toy soldiers and wind up the springs of the toys that move.

The workshop of Santa Claus, then, was like a big greenhouse, only no flowers grew in it because it is very cold at the North Pole. All about was snow and ice, but Santa Claus did not mind the cold, nor did his workmen, for they were dressed in fur, like the polar bears and the seals.

On each side of the big shop, with its icy glass roof, were work benches. At these benches sat the funny little men who made the toys.

Some were stuffing sawdust into dolls, others were putting the lids on the boxes where the Jacks lived, and still others were trying the Jumping Jacks to see that they jerked their legs and arms properly.

Up and down, between the rows of benches, walked Santa Claus himself. Now and then some workman would call:

“Please look here, Santa Claus! Shall I make this Tin Soldier with a sword or a gun?”

And St. Nicholas would answer:

“That Soldier needs a sword. He is going to be a Captain.”

Then another little man would call, from the other side of the shop:

“Here is a Calico Clown who doesn’t squeak when I press on his stomach. Something must be wrong with him, Santa Claus.”

Then Santa Claus would put on his glasses, stroke his long, white beard and look at the Calico Clown.

“Humph! I should say he wouldn’t squeak!” the old gentleman would remark. “You have his squeaker in upside down! That would never do for some little boy or girl to find on Christmas morning! Take the squeaker out and put it in right.”

“How careless of me!” the little workman would exclaim. And then Santa Claus and the other workmen would laugh, for this workshop was the jolliest place in the world, and the man would fix the Calico Clown right.

“I’m glad I was born in this place,” said the Nodding Donkey to himself, as his head swayed to and fro. “This is really the first day of my life. I wish night would come, so I could move about and talk to the other toys. I wonder how long I shall have to wait?”

Not far from the doll’s bureau, which held the looking glass, was a toy house, and in it was a toy clock. The Donkey looked in through the window of the toy house and saw the toy clock. The hands pointed to four o’clock.

“The men stop work at five,” thought the Donkey. “After that it will be dark and I can move about–that is if my varnish is dry.”

Santa Claus was walking up and down between the rows of work benches. The dear old gentleman was pulling his beard and smiling.

“Come, my merry men!” he called in his jolly voice, “you must work a little faster. It is nearly five, when it will be time to stop for the day, and it is so near Christmas that I fear we shall never get enough toys made. So hurry all you can!”

“We will, Santa Claus,” the men answered. And the one who had made the Nodding Donkey asked: