“Well, well!” exclaimed Daddy, “somebody has been buying Buddy presents, all right. Too bad Papa did not bring Buddy something too.”
All of a sudden Buddy started for the door. He jerked and twisted the knob.
“Why, Buddy,” exclaimed his Mama, “it’s cold outside—lots of snow—you can’t go outside now.”
“Kismas Tree! Kismas Tree!” exclaimed Buddy.
“Cold out there, all right, as I can tell,” explained Papa. “Thought I would have frozen as we drove down this morning.”
By this time Buddy was out in the snow on the porch, dressed as he was in his nighty. He did not mind the snow.
“What do I see?” exclaimed Mama. “Stockings—stockings hanging from the big pine.’
“Well, I never,” was all that Aunt Clara could say. She had now crowded close behind them. Papa went out into the snow, and soon came back with a pair of stockings of Buddy’s which he found waving in the wind.
“So you hung your stockings on the Christmas Tree?” said Papa to Buddy as they sat down by the fire to warm.
“That boy must have hung those up yesterday afternoon,” exclaimed Aunt Clara.