Summary

Laura Lee Hope The Story of a Nodding Donkey

Such a busy place was the workshop of Santa Claus at the North Pole, where the Nodding Donkey was drying in his coat of varnish!
The place was like a great big greenhouse, all made of glass, only the glass was sheets of crystal-clear ice. Santa Claus needed plenty of light in his workshop, for in the dark it is not easy to put red cheeks and blue eyes on dolls, or paint toy soldiers and wind up the springs of the toys that move.
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Laura Lee Hope The Story of a Nodding Donkey

Up and down, between the rows of benches, walked Santa Claus himself. Now and then some workman would call:
"Please look here, Santa Claus! Shall I make this Tin Soldier with a sword or a gun?"
And St. Nicholas would answer:
"That Soldier needs a sword. He is going to be a Captain."
Then another little man would call, from the other side of the shop:
"Here is a Calico Clown who doesn't squeak when I press on his stomach. Something must be wrong with him, Santa Claus."
Then Santa Claus would put on his glasses, stroke his long, white beard and look at the Calico Clown.
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Laura Lee Hope The Story of a Nodding Donkey

He sat up on his hind legs and seemed to be eating something that he held in his forepaws.
"Are you a cat?" asked the Noah's Ark Camel, sort of making his two humps shiver.
"No, I'm not a cat," was the answer. "I am a Chattering Squirrel, and I am eating a nut. I live in a hollow tree just outside this house, and, seeing a window open and all you toys on the table, I jumped in to see what fun you were having."
"Oh, that's all right," said the Nodding Donkey politely. "We are glad to see you. But even I was scared, at first. We were just talking among ourselves while the lame boy is away.
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