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“Never mind,” growled Mr. Bruin, as the Bear was sometimes called. “It’s all in fun!”

And fun it was! At other times, when they were left alone, the toys in the workshop of Santa Claus had fun, but never before, at least in a long while, had windows been left open so that the snow blew in.

“It’s almost as much fun as being out doors,” said the Plush Bear again, as he moved his paws and shook his head from side to side. “I only wish the Nodding Donkey could be here to enjoy it,” he went on.

“Who is the Nodding Donkey?” asked the Wax Doll, as the Flannel Pig and the others stopped snowballing for a moment.

“He was a toy who was born here, and who lived here for some time, before he was taken down to Earth,” answered the Plush Bear. “He could nod his head, and he did not have to be wound up with a key as I have to be. I liked the Nodding Donkey very much. But he and the China Cat have both gone away.

“However, I suppose that is the way of things up here. We are made to give happiness to boys and girls, and the only way in which we can do that is to allow ourselves to be taken to Earth by Santa Claus. Yes, I suppose I shall be taken down some day,” and once more he moved his head from side to side, and looked very wise indeed, did the Plush Bear.

As I have said, he was not a Teddy Bear, though sometimes he looked like one. He was made entirely of soft, brown, silky plush. This plush covered from view the clock wheels and springs inside the Bear, which when wound up, caused him to move and growl. But the wheels did not give the Bear his wise look. That was put on his face by one of the workmen of Santa Claus.

“Oh, I know what we can do!” suddenly cried a Polar Bear, who had just shuffled along to join the fun. The Polar Bear was like the Plush Bear only a different color, the Plush Bear being brown, and the Polar Bear white.

“What shall we do?” asked the Flannel Pig, as he wiped some snow water out of one of his eyes.

“Let’s build a big snow house, such as the Eskimos all about the North Pole build,” went on the Polar Bear. “There is enough snow being blown in through the open windows to make a lot of houses. And we can make a hill, and slide down that, too!”

“Yes, let’s do it,” said the Woolen Doll Boy. But just then the Plush Bear shook his head and growled out:

“Be careful, everybody! I think some one is coming! We must not be seen in motion, or be heard talking. Keep quiet, every one!”

Each of the toys became as still as a little chocolate mouse.

Then one of the open windows was darkened as a strange creature looked in. It seemed to be a boy, but he was covered with skins and fur, almost like an animal. Only his face could be seen. His hands, as he rested them on the sill of the window, were covered with big, fur mittens.

“Oh, ho! Nobody is here! I can take one of the toys!” said the fur-dressed Eskimo boy, for such he was. “Now is my chance! I’ll take that big bear!”

The Eskimo boy, one of a strange, unknown race that live at the North Pole, was just climbing in through the open window, when suddenly, at the far end of the shop, a voice cried:

“Oh, my goodness! Look what has happened! Some one left the windows open and a lot of snow has blown in! Quick, my merry men! Close the windows and start work to finish the toys! I hope none is spoiled!”

And with that Santa Claus himself hurried into the shop.