“Tell us about St. Nicholas,” said Jan. “You know, Grandmother, it is nearly time for him to come.”
“Why, so it is,” said grandmother.
Then she began:
“Far, far away from here, in the forest of Christmas trees, lives an old man. He has white hair, a long white beard and the brightest eyes you ever saw. He wears a beautiful red suit, and it is trimmed with the whitest of fur. The name of this good old man is St. Nicholas. All the year long, in his forest of Christmas trees, St. Nicholas is busy making toys and sweetmeats for the good little boys and girls.”
“What toys does he make, Grandmother?” asked Katrina.