“Coal is frequently packed in toy-boxes,” I renounce.
“It look very deceptive to me,” deploy infant Hester.
“At times I are discouraged about St Claus,” narrate Hon. Lester.
“So sinful thought!” I holla.
“How could I believe in gentleman I never seen? Where is his photo? I suspect.”
“Many distinguished persons is shy about photos,” I abrupt.
“Perhapsly,” aggrevate Hon. Lester. “Yet other things I cannot understand with brain. Hon. Parents tell me how Hon. St Claus comes sliding down chimbley-pipe with gifts. I have awaited many nights to observe this downfall, yet he never come. Therefore he ain’t.”
“If you should seen him make in-shoot by chimbley-pipe, would you believe this whiskered fairy?” I ask it.
“Oh, surely yes!” response Hester & Lester together like chorus girls.
“Then on Xmas morning you shall observe him!” I abrogate with earnest expression of teeth.