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CHAPTER I

A SNOWBALL FIGHT

Down swirled the white flakes, blowing this way and that. It was snowing furiously in North Pole Land, and even the immense workshop of Santa Claus was almost buried in white. How the wind howled! It whistled down the chimneys, and blew the sparks about.

“Whew, how cold it is!” cried a Wax Doll, who did not have any shoes on, for she was not yet quite finished. “What makes such a breeze in here?” and she shivered as she pulled up over her legs a blanket of plush cloth from which Santa Claus and his men made Teddy Bears.

“It is cold,” said a Celluloid Doll, who was lying on the work bench next to the wax toy. “Some one must have left a window open.”

“Left a window open? There are three or four windows open!” gleefully shouted a fuzzy, Woolen Boy Doll. “Look at the snow blowing in! Hurray! Now we can have a snowball fight without going outside. Come on!” cried the Woolen Boy Doll to a little Flannel Pig who had just been stuffed with cotton. “Come on, have a snowball fight!”

“All right!” squealed the Flannel Pig. “I’ll wash your face!”

“Oh, how cold it is! How cold it is!” sighed the Wax Doll. “Give me more covers, please, somebody! My feet are freezing! Who left the windows open?”

“Here, take this,” called a big Plush Bear, tossing toward the Wax Doll a quilt he took from a bed in a playhouse that stood next to him on the work table. “This will keep you warm. I guess some of the men who work for Santa Claus must have gone off and forgotten to close the windows.”

This is just what had happened. There had been a busy time in the North Pole workshop of Santa Claus that day, for it was getting near to Christmas. The little men, like elves, who built the Noah’s Arks, the toy animals, the dolls, and the other playthings, had been as busy as bees.

Then, in the afternoon, just before dark, jolly old Santa Claus himself entered his shop, the windows of which were made from crystal-clear sheets of ice.

“What ho, my merry men!” cried Santa Claus, “you have been working very hard. Stop now, and have lunch, for we must work overtime to-night so that we may finish a lot of toys to be taken down to Earth. But now I will give you a little rest, though it is not five o’clock, when we usually stop.”

“Hurray!” cried the merry little men.

They gladly laid down their tools and put aside the half-finished toys on which they had been working. Half-finished Dolls, Jumping Jacks that could not yet leap, Jacks in Boxes that could not yet spring out, trains of cars that could not yet run–all these were laid aside, together with toys completely made, so that the little men might rest themselves.

“Come to the lunch room and get some hot chocolate and some frosted cake,” said Santa Claus, and away trooped the jolly little men. Just who had left some of the windows open no one knew. But they were open, and when the big storm came, in blew the snowflakes.

“I call this real jolly,” said the big Plush Bear, who had given the Wax Doll the bed quilt to keep her feet warm. “I’d like to be out in this storm. But this is the next best thing. Hi there!” he called to the Flannel Pig, “look out where you’re throwing snowballs! You nearly hit the Wax Doll.”

“Oh, if he did that my complexion would be spoiled!” cried the beautiful toy, who was not, as yet, quite finished.

“I’ll be careful,” promised the Flannel Pig. “Don’t you want to have fun in the snowball fight, Mr. Teddy Bear?”

“I am not a Teddy Bear!” roared the big plush creature. “Many people take me for one; but I am not, though I do look like a Teddy. But I am a real Plush Bear, and when I am wound up I can move my head and my paws and I can growl. Listen! I am wound up now!”