Mrs Claus washed and dried he husbands suit and sorted his mail both electronic and snail. Just as many children wrote to her these days as they did to her husband.
They hardly asked for material things, most of what they wished for was that their brothers and sisters stop being mean to them, or their absent parents would come back, or a pet.
Many asked that people be kinder. If some asked for books, she passed these on to Miss Goodbooks, or new shoes she passed on to Megs Pegs Legs and Wigs.
One boy asked for a famous rugby player to come to his school, others wished to be faster or stronger.
Others just wrote to thank the Clauses for what had they had been given last year, which was blessings.
The odd one or two asked for their two front teeth, but she passed these requests on to the tooth fairy.
One chipmunk cheekily asked for a harmonica, and a chippette asked for a hippopotamus. She passed these on to Mrs Hairy.
It was good to be back in Antarctica. Mr Young and the penguins had kept the library in order and Nermal had made himself at home.
The naughty list had been burned back in Evereverland as the flames reached up into the gum trees. A line up for the Farmers Santa Parade was posted as Mrs Santa Claus looked toward Lanolinland.
They hardly asked for material things, most of what they wished for was that their brothers and sisters stop being mean to them, or their absent parents would come back, or a pet.
Many asked that people be kinder. If some asked for books, she passed these on to Miss Goodbooks, or new shoes she passed on to Megs Pegs Legs and Wigs.
One boy asked for a famous rugby player to come to his school, others wished to be faster or stronger.
Others just wrote to thank the Clauses for what had they had been given last year, which was blessings.
The odd one or two asked for their two front teeth, but she passed these requests on to the tooth fairy.
One chipmunk cheekily asked for a harmonica, and a chippette asked for a hippopotamus. She passed these on to Mrs Hairy.
It was good to be back in Antarctica. Mr Young and the penguins had kept the library in order and Nermal had made himself at home.
The naughty list had been burned back in Evereverland as the flames reached up into the gum trees. A line up for the Farmers Santa Parade was posted as Mrs Santa Claus looked toward Lanolinland.