Chapter 3 I find a way to make him say - I was upstairs wide awake, with a vision, I can’t shake of old Saint Nick encased in brick and upside down. I closed my eyes, I counted sheep, to no surprise, I could not sleep. And that is when that once again I hit the den to look around. - And there he was just like before, about three feet above the floor, the head and shoulders of a not so jolly elf. He was swaying back and forth, from east to west, and south to north, and he grumbled, as he fumbled, while he mumbled to himself. - Soon my quizzes and my query, made him grow a little weary, as I pulled me up a chair and took a seat. When my questions kind of doubled, his expression grew more troubled, and his head instead turned redder than a beet. - I continued with the grilling, but my quarry wasn’t spilling, though I knew there wasn’t much more he could take. I just had to find the means, of making Santa spill the beans, and so began my little plan to get this man to finally break. - When I went to bed at ten there were three presents in the den, and I had peeked inside each one some time ago. A rocket on a launching pad, a set of golf clubs for my dad, an evening gown of golden brown with feathered down as white as snow. - So I picked a fancy feather, long and slender as a heather, that adorned my mother’s fancy Christmas gown. And I said to Old Saint Nick, “You know, I have a little trick. I’ll only pause, if there is cause, and Santa Claus has come to town.” - I then tickled Santa dear, upo¬¬¬¬¬n his cheeks, and on his ear, and on his nose I brushed from bottom to the top. But when my feather touched his lip, is when he flipped, before he quipped, “You know I’m not a red piñata; you just gotta make this stop.” - He was in a little pickle, ‘cause I did not stop my tickle, I would slow, and then I’d quicken up the pace. He was shaking as and he shivered, he was quaking as he quivered, all the while he stood this trial a little smile was on his face. - Then his laughter started growing, and it turned to Ho Ho Hoing. as I pressed, ‘til he confessed “Yes I am real. Santa Clause has come to town, inside your chimney upside down. If you abstain from your campaign, then I’ll explain this whole ordeal.” - And then much to my surprise, I spied a twinkle in his eyes, as he told me how the laughter gives him strength. “It can turn what might be tragic, into something much more magic. Sit right there, and I will share, the whole affair, in all its length.” - ♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ I found Santa in my chimney, he is stuck and out of luck, I do believe. ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ And I could not help but wonder, of the cause of such a blunder, in my chimney, in my house on Christmas Eve. ♪ ♫ - ♪ ♫ Yes, I found Santa’s in my chimney, for he had tried, to get inside, but couldn’t leave. At my questions, he was balking, but in time I got him talking, in my chimney, in my house on Christmas Eve. ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫ - See Below for the story thus far
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