S. C. No? (Smiles, winks at audience.) What is Christmas for, anyhow?
Boy. For? Why—it’s Christmas, Santa Claus’ birthday, you know. (S. C. nods.) And it’s for—for good will to men, I guess—and—
S. C. (nods). Right you are, son. And what do you give Christmas gifts for?
Boy. Oh—because it’s fun; ’cause a fellow likes to make it nice for the other folks and give ’em a good time, and—well, ’cause it’s fun.
S. C. Right you are again, son. See here, now. Didn’t you milk the cow for father and all such things while he was away?
Boy. Yes—’course.
S. C. And didn’t it make him feel comfortable to know that things were going right while he was gone?
Boy. Guess so. Sure.
S. C. More comfortable than to have a shoe box?
Boy (slowly). Per—haps—yes.