The Thin Santa Claus: The Chicken Yard That Was a Christmas Stocking

By Ellis Parker Butler

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• Language: English
• Publisher: DigiCat
• Release date: Sep 4, 2022
• ISBN: 8596547219200

Ellis Parker Butler

Ellis Parker Butler (1869–1937) was an American author of more than thirty books and two thousand stories and essays. His career spanned more than forty years, and his stories, poems, and articles were published in more than 225 magazines. Despite the enormous volume of his work, Butler was, for most of his life, only a part-time author. He worked full-time as a banker and was very active in his local community. A founding member of both the Dutch Treat Club and the Authors League of America, Butler was an always-present force in the New York City literary scene. He died in Williamsville, Massachusetts.

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Ellis Parker Butler

The Thin Santa Claus: The Chicken Yard That Was a Christmas Stocking

EAN 8596547219200

DigiCat, 2022

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THE THIN SANTA CLAUS

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Mrs. Gratz opened her eyes and looked out at the drizzle that made the Christmas morning gray. Her bed stood against the window, and it was easy for her to look out; all she had to do was to roll over and pull the shade aside. Having looked at the weather she rolled again on to the broad flat of her back and made herself comfortable for awhile, for there was no reason why she should get up until she felt like it.

Such a Christmas! she said good-naturedly to herself. I guess such weathers is bad for Santy Claus. Mebby it is because of such weathers he don't come by my house. I don't blame him. So muddy!

She let her eyes close indolently. Not yet