A little boy and Santa Claus by Walter A Dyer (1911)


Once upon a time there was a little #boy who believed in #SantaClaus. Why he thus believed he did not know. When one is a small boy one finds it easier to believe in things than not. He did not inquire as to the reason for the good saint's existence. He did not wonder why Santa Claus should choose to be so generous on one particular day. Cause and effect were matters of small importance compared with the net results of sleds and Noah's arks.

 

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