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A FRIEND FOREVER

Colin awoke to the sounds of someone moaning. His warm feet on a cold floor sent shivers along his spine. Daddy's snores followed Colin downstairs.

He was silent as a coyote. Because children were supposed to be in bed this time of day.

Down the stairs he sneaked, steps creaking along the way. Now he heard a muffled "Helllppp," from the living room.

Someone was in trouble.

His wristwatch said showed 1 am. It was already Christmas morning!

"Yikes!" Something moved between stockings hung on the fireplace!

Looking closer he could see two wiggling legs. A shiny moon streamed through the window, showing two shiny black boots.

"Could that be Santa stuck in our chimney?" the boy dared to think.

A muffled "Help me," captured his ears once again. "Quick, pull me down."

Colin grabbed one boot and tugged. No luck. He tried the other foot. No luck. "I'm going to get mom and dad," he said.

"Don't leave me," the voice said from the chimney.

"Are you Santa?" Colin asked.

"Yes. Yes. Hurry up, pull me down."

So Colin put all his muscles to work. He placed both hands around one boot pulling with all his might.

"RIPPP!" was loud in the quiet room. The same happened to the second boot. "OhOh," Colin said, holding onto both torn soles.

"Ho. Ho. Ho," was a familiar sound. "You're a strong little fellow." The famous bearded face and red cheeks smiled at Colin.

"You are Santa!"

"Yes, young fellow. And you know why I'm here," he winked. Then Santa reached up in the fireplace and pulled down a bulging bag of toys.

He began sorting nicely wrapped presents.

Colin helped too. Last Saturday Colin also helped with decorations for his family's beautiful balsam tree. It was fun.

And Colin scotch-taped colorful Christmas cards to their door-jambs. That way they could show all the friends they had.

However, being with Santa Claus was more exciting!

"Would you help me with a problem?" Santa asked. "I don't have a second pair of boots. As you can see my soles are ripped off. Ho. Ho. Ho."

"Maybe daddy has a pair," Colin quickly answered. "Come upstairs and try some on."

"You go ahead and get them. I have work to do," Santa said.

Colin climbed the stairs, avoiding every wooden creak, then into his parent's closet. "This pair should do," he whispered.

"Whew," no one woke up when Colin dropped a shoe. It clunked noisily on the floor. Back down the stairs for the little boy.

"OhOh" Santa said. "Wrong color, I need black ones."

The next time Colin brought daddy's slippers without the backs. But they kept falling

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