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THE last half hour had seemed endless to Will'm, almost as long as the whole four years of his life. With his stubby little shoes drawn up under him, and his soft bobbed hair flapping over his ears every time the rockers tilted forward, he sat all alone in the sitting-room behind the shop, waiting and rocking. It seemed as if everybody at the Junction wanted something that afternoon; thread or buttons or yarn, or the home-made doughnuts which helped out the slim stock of goods in the little notion store which had once been the parlor. And it seemed as if Grandma Neal never would finish waiting on the customers and come back to tell the rest of the story about the Camels and the Star; for no sooner did one person go out than another one came in. He knew by the tinkling of the bell over the front door, every time it opened or shut. The door between the shop and sitting-room being closed, Will'm could not hear much that was said, but several times he caught the word "Christmas," and once somebody said "Santa Claus," in such a loud happy-sounding voice that he slipped down from the chair and ran across the room to open the door a crack. It was only lately that he had begun to hear much about Santa Claus. Not until Libby started to school that fall did they know that there is such a wonderful person in the world. Of course they had heard his name, as they had heard Jack Frost's, and had seen his picture in story-books and advertisements, but they hadn't known that he is really true till the other children told Libby. Now nearly every day she came home with something new she had learned about him. Will'm must have known always about Christmas though, for he still had a piece of a rubber dog which his father had sent him on his first one, and--a Teddy Bear on his second. And while he couldn't recall anything about those first two festivals except what Libby told him, he could remember the last one perfectly. There had been a sled, and a fire-engine that wound up with a key, and Grandma Neal had made him some cooky soldiers with red cinnamon-drop buttons on their coats. She wasn't his own grandmother, but she had taken the place of one to Libby and him, all the years he had been in the world. Their father paid their board, to be sure, and sent them presents and came to see them at long intervals when he could get away from his work, but that was so seldom that Will'm did not feel very well acquainted with him; not so well as Libby did. She was three years older, and could even remember a little bit about their mother before she went off to heaven to get well. Mrs. Neal wasn't like a real grandmother in many ways. She was almost too young, for one thing. She was always very brisk and very busy, and, as she frequently remarked, she meant what she said and she would be minded. That is why Will'm turned the knob so softly that no one noticed for a moment that the door was ajar. A black-bearded man in a rough overcoat was examining a row of dolls which dangled by their necks from a line above the show case. He was saying jokingly: "Well, Mrs. Neal, I'll have to be buying some of these jimcracks before long. If this mud keeps up, no reindeer living could get out to my place, and it wouldn't do for the young'uns to be disappointed Christmas morning." Then he caught sight of a section of a small boy peeping through the door, for all that showed of Will'm through the crack was a narrow strip of blue overalls which covered him from neck to ankles, a round pink cheek and one solemn eye peering out from under his thatch of straight flaxen hair like a little Skye terrier's. When the man saw that eye he hurried to say.

Santa Claus.

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Folklore. --- Santa Claus.

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Seppe wil heel graag Zwarte Piet worden. Met opa schrijft hij een brief aan Sinterklaas. Helaas antwoordt sint dat hij al genoeg pieten heeft. Maar passen die ook in de smalle schoorstenen? Prentenboek met vrolijke kleurenillustraties. Vanaf ca. 4 jaar.

Sinterklaas --- prentenboeken --- Dutch literature --- Santa Claus [Fictitious character]

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De verering van Sint-Nicolaas; legendes over Sint-Nicolaas; de reformatie; van Sint-Nicolaas tot Sinterklaas; Zwarte Piet; de reis van Spanje naar Nederland; de intocht; Sinterklaas en de commercie; pakjesavond; Sinterklaas is van ons allemaal; de ontwikkeling van Santa Claus

Folklore --- Nicolaus of Myra --- Santa Claus --- Sinterklaas --- Sint-Nicolaas --- 908.3 --- Kalenderfeesten - Volksfeesten --- Santa Claus [Fictitious character]

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Het is begin december. Sinterklaas, alle pieten, het paard en zelfs Slinger de hond zijn gek geworden. Gek van de jeuk, want er woedt een ware luizenplaag in huis. De pieten gaan het probleem met van alles te lijf : meiklokjesschuim, lavendelzeep, zelfs luizenshampoo ... Maar niets helpt. Er moet snel iets gebeuren, want het feest van Sinterklaas komt eraan!

Kindergarten --- Dutch literature --- prentenboeken (genre) --- Kleuters --- Luizen --- Prentenboeken --- Sinterklaas --- Prentenboek 4+ --- Santa Claus [Fictitious character]