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rel Ps oS = rf Sein oe le y [) { RW a L a =, a ] . oe ? Fai A -- n Yo tn 2h OA IN On Christmas Eve, most children are excited. But 8 year old Ken Stanton was not He didn't believe in Santa Claus. His theory was that the adults put the presents in the stockings and under the tree. He was just going to see if his theory was correct. He was go Ing to stay up to see if Santa Claus was real. He sat down in father's chair, reading some MAD magazines. At approx- imately 11:00 his parents went to their bedroom. It won't be long now, Kenny old boy, said Ken. At 1:00 a.m. he heard a sound. It was coming from the top of the chimmney. There was a loud KERPLUNK. Ashes went flying from the hearth and Ken's MAD magazine went flying. Ashes covered the whole thing. "My MAD magazine" cried Ken. It's ruined. Ken looked at the fireplace. "Right out of the children's story books," yelled Ken. "Santa Claus." '"'Hello Ken" said Santa. "Why are you awake. "You are suppos- ed to be sleeping like all the other good children. "Well, uh, you see, uh, I wanted to see if you were a myth. "Well all NCEP SR ns 4 TF WAR RCRA ETRONICS TS children think I am real" said Santa. 'Do you want to come with me on my trip around the world?" "Sure Santa' said Ken. He grabbed his winter coat and was just going to climb up the chimmney when Santa said 'Ken, don't try to climb up, I use a magical dust that makes me fly down the chimmney."'He took a pouch from his belt and dumped its contents onto Ken. "You go first" Santa said. Ken got up from his chair and said "Up, up and away."' In a flash, Ken realized he was on the roof. He 'climbed into the sleigh and 'sat next to the driver's seat. Santa came up next. 'Ready to go?" asked Santa. "You bet," replied Ken. Santa gave a whistle, the sleigh went fly- ing into the air. 'How do the reindeer fly" asked Ken. "It's pure magic," replied Santa. 'I feed them water from the crystal pond." There was 'complete silence until 4:00 when Ken cried 'Look out, Santa." A Boeing 747 was on final approach and was going at top speed. Quickly Ken grabbed the reins. The rein- [3 fy \ ay you and your family savor the beauty and cherished Nd delights of a wonderful Christmas! >A wr » O We're teaming up with Santa to bring 0 : ° you a host of happy holiday dreams SWAMP AUTO BODY Doug Robinson - Bruce McCreight come true... and our thanks. The 28 Q ML yg WF 6 Bf SLT PA AHR RSPR L deer landed on Bloor St. in Toronto. Santa was shocked by the incident. Ken quicly revived him. The sleigh got off the ground again at 7 a.m. They had gone all the way around the world. Santa was as tired as Ken. He drove back to the North Pole. The next morning his mom woke him up. "You haven't opened your presents yet," asked Mom. Do you want to open them? "Yes" said Ken. He walked to the tree. Under the tree was an envelope addressed to him. He Christmas Once there was a boy and a girl who never were allowed to celebrate Christmas. The next year they ran away from home and were plann- ing on coming back. Then the Christmas they were still gone. When Christmas eve they had to cut down a tree. Then they found a tree and cut it down then they dragg- ed it back to where they lived. Then they had to dec- orate the tree. By the time they were finished decorat- ing they were getting hungry, so they cooked up some nice hot soup. When they were finished they went separate ways in to the woods to find some kinds of gifts for each other. When they met back where they camped, they put the pre- sents under the tree. It was getting late and they were getting tired so they went to sleep. The next morning it was exciting, it was Christmas day. So they woke up early and opened their presents before break- FR or hd re? LARA PEE WE Bs NER ES 2) ¢ SY oy hd 33 3% SE AL 8 ; 1s Aes ALLE ha PIA . 2 9 RY SEO A FEN a BE Fk 3 SEF Ad A LR RRA DS I aie 2 Sain ¥) Se oo AST Ary PASE fet Fal vg V Rx 3 / LAWRIE? MN STL LEN § » IS 2.8 ATA ' SALI RNNETPAL IS RAOLAR EOE HIRE FE TUER LEW REN SIS SR AREATARON Frpres May this glorious season inspire you to renew: your faith in HAROLD J. WAGE FUNERAL HOME McDERMOTT-PANABAKER CHAPEL 216 QUEEN STREET'-- PORT PERRY SYS Naor PESO . An Encounter with Santa opened it. This is what it said: Dear Ken: Thank you for coming with me on my long journey. I in- vite you to come December 1 for the reindeers exercise flight. Many thanks for saving my life. Your friend, Santa Ken smiled as he finished the letter. The End. by Tevor Darlington R.H. Cornish Public School Adventure fast. After breakfast it was fun so they played games. They had been having so much fun through out the day that they forgot how dark it was getting. Finally they were getting tired, so they went to bed. During the night there was their father and two other men. When they saw some light they figured that it was them Then they found a Christmas tree and then saw a tent, and looked in it, and saw the two kids. The next morning they . themselfs in their own beds. Then when their mom and dad woke up they wanted to go out and show them what a great time they had. Then that night in bed their mom and dad were talking about what they should do about Christmas. So that night they decided to have a Christmas celabration. The next Christmas was the best Christmas they ever had and they lived happily ever after. Bryan Braid R.H. Cornish Grade5 tm. EACE ON EARTH Here's hoping everyone, everywhere enjoys a very happy holiday! ROSS DUFF LTD. BLACKSTOCK PINES Ie Tl RSL UES ME Le QIK NL IR TY SRS AAO REE TTR 18 -- PORT PERRY STAR -- Tues. December 21, 1982 A Christmas Mystery Chrystal and Bess were on a "Christmas vacation' and all of a sudden, a lady came screaming down the slushy street! '"What's the matter with her?" asked Bess as she and the sandy-blonde fifteen year old Chrystal Parker ran after her. "Let's see' replied Chrystal to her fourteen year old brunette chum Bess Nelson. The woman fell flat on her face tired out from running. Chrystal and Bess picked up the thirty year old woman and told her their names and asked what had happened. "My daughter, sh-she's gone" the woman sobbed. 'Did she run away?' asked Bess as she handed her a hankerchief. "No" replied the woman. "I heard her scream and when I got there she was gone". Did you see anybody running down the street?' asked Chrystal. "No" replied the woman. "Tell us your name, maybe we'll find your daughter" said Chrystal as she patted the woman's shoulder." Mrs. Smith, will you really help find my daughter?" asked Mrs. Smith as she smiled. "Of course' laughed Chrystal and Bess. They looked around but found no footprints. '"What a poor start" groaned Bess. 'Keep on looking for clues', sighed Chrystal. Chrystal was looking over a stair and heard a voice call- ing "mommy help!' "Mrs. Smith" called Chrystal. Mrs. Smith came rushing down stairs! '"What did you find?" asked Mrs. Smith in grief. "Listen" Chrystal. 'Mommy' called a faint voice. 'Grace' cried Mrs. Smith anxiosly. "She can't hear you, you fool" said a harsh voice. 'My Grace' weeped Mrs. Smith as she cried upon Chrystale's soft shoulder. '""We'll get her, don't worry" comforted Bess. '"Let's listen a bit more"' said Chrystal. So they listened for a solid hour until they heard Grace weep again. "What do you want from me? asked Grace as they heard her weep more and more". "I want you to tell me where your dear mommy keeps her valuables' replied the voice. '"'But it's Christmas and mommy won't be able to buy me a present to show she loves me like Santa" sobbed Grace. "Your a devil' said a voice behind" him. "Santa you heard me!" cried Grace as she jumped up! "I don't believe in Santa though' said a man in a wicked voice. Then the police came out from behind Santa and little Grace ran toward Santa (since the police untied her) and got a big kiss! The End. Paige Rowlands Grade 4 R.H. Cornish P.S. GATE RESTAURANT The Management & Staff wish you and yours a very 'merry & safe holiday season. Wishing you a Yuletide richiin = ¥ happiness...iced with the sweet joy of giving. It's been a pleasures : to serve our customers! whispered -