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Gift for Santa Claus

Swedish fairy tale

Lived in a northern village carpenter by the name of Anderson, craftsman. One day before the New Year, while his wife and children dressed Christmas tree, Anderson slipped quietly out of the house. He was prepared to shed a bag of gifts, crackers, candy - different toys, and he wanted to dress up as Santa Claus, knock on the door and delight in this unexpected appearance of his Peter, Martha and Olaf.

Carpenter packed gifts for sleds and dragged them to the porch. The house stood on a hill, the slope was steep, Anderson took the time and suddenly slipped and fell right on the sled and rolled down. And - bang! - Bumped from dispersal to the man who was walking along the road - and in the snow, do not know where your hands now, where the legs.

- I beg your pardon! - Anderson said, getting out of the snow.

- It's my fault - was justified stranger, rising from a nearby snowdrift. Like Anderson, he was wearing a fur coat and red hat, dressed as Santa Claus.

- I see you're just like me, dressed up! - Laughed Anderson. - Also want to play their kids, girls, boys? - He reached out to the stranger:

- My name is Anderson. I am a carpenter.

- I'm Santa Claus.

Anderson laughed again.

- Well, the new year - it's time for jokes, for all sorts of jokes and pribautok.

- That's what I thought - the stranger said. - To become a joke even better, let us change, I'll take the gifts to your children, and you visit my. But just take off the suit.

Anderson was puzzled.

- And how do I dress?

- Dress up is not necessary. My children see every day Santa Claus, but they had never seen a real live carpenter. Here too, they will be happy!

"So he really Santa Claus?" - Roger Anderson. Aloud he said:

- But I have nothing to give to your children.

- Gifts? - Thought of Santa Claus. - If you're a real carpenter, take that with pine churbachki, their chisels and drills. And the hammer, too, and the rest will follow!

Anderson took the barn tools and went to the forest, to the house of Santa Claus. And how did he find his way? - Could not be easier - on the trail, to the birch grove and on the two pine trees in a field, and then to a fallen tree, under which - dugout. Because of the three stumps on clearing - three childish nose. And over the nose - three red cap, like Santa Claus.

- Who are you? - Asked the three little Santa Claus.

- I am a carpenter, Anderson, and the road to your house your father showed me Santa Claus.

The children were very happy:

- This live carpenter!

Anders had to bend almost in half to get to the dugout under a fallen tree. But inside it was spacious. The floor was dirt, instead of hemp chairs, beds Moss - so soft that just oh! In the smallest bed lay the smallest Santa Klausenok and grandfather sat in the corner of Santa Claus, hard of hearing, said dully:

- Who is it for us here?

- This is Anderson, a real, live carpenter! - Shouted loud children. They told Anderson that their grandfather is so old that all the time sitting on a stump, never rises.

The older boy pulled Anderson's sleeve

- Can you make the sled? Anderson laid out his tools, got dried churbachki. And he made a sled, comfortable, lightweight, very fast - beautiful work, neat and clean.

- And I need a little bed for the doll! - The girl with red pigtails pulled carpenter for the other sleeve. - I swaddled field mice or squirrels shake, lay them to bed, they love to play dolls with me.

Carpenter cut her a small doll crib.

Younger boy was standing in a corner, eyes lowered to the ground, do not ask.

- What do you give? - Asked Anderson. The boy whispered,

- I do not know.

Anderson made it a top of a pine stump.

- Take brave and be merry!

And then Anderson found a long root with a hook on the end and began to pare down his knife.

- What will you master? - The children gathered around him, but he did not say anything until it has finished. He made a crutch for the oldest Santa Claus!

- This is for you, Grandpa! - The children presented with a crutch old Santa Claus. He grunted, coughed slightly and - rose from hemp!

And the youngest Santa Klausenku carpenter fashioned fast bird of shavings - a seemingly titmouse.

- Thank you, Carpenter Anderson! - Cried the children in chorus. - We have never had such a good New Year - with gifts and present, alive carpenter!

Back home, the first thing Anderson said

- Well, what gifts brought to you by Santa Claus shows.

- It's like you've never seen! - Peter, Martha and younger Olaf looked at each other slyly. - It is you dressed in Santa Claus and brought us presents on a sledge.

- What do you say to this day have I met a real, live Santa Claus and was at his house, and was making gifts to his children, but a real, live Santa Claus is coming to you.

The children laughed loudly.

- Dad, it was you, we've guessed. Even a small Olaf knows that miracles do not happen!

Anderson worked up:

- It was a real, live Santa Claus!

But Peter, Martha and little Olaf would not believe, and then the carpenter Anderson came to me and asked him to write the story down on paper, quill pen and ink. When telling stories, then privrut, it happens for witty red, but if the pen on paper, there's true, it's clear!