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ThenightbeforeChristmas,peoplearebringingasleepingquietlyunderthemoonlight,theearth,onaquiet,theyarewaiting,waitingforthearrivalofthenewyear.
See,that'swho,aboy.Hequietlysatinthewindow,watchingthemoon,seemedtobewaitingforsomeone,buthewaswaitingforwhom?Now,whoelsewouldcome?Iwassomewhatpuzzledbyhisbehavior.Butheisstillsittinginthewindowwaitingfor,butsometimeslookbackattheclock
Bellrang,whichmeansthattheupcomingnewyear,theboy'sfaceappearedinatraceofasmile,suddenly,tworeindeerpullingacarfromtheMoonBenLai,thecarawayfromtheboys,gettingcloser,boysexcited:"Santacame!birthtooldLaila!"heinstinctivelyranoutside,loudlycallingSantaClaus,SantaClauswithasmile,said:"Mychild,whatgiftyouwant?""Mylamefoot,andstudentsoftendonot,andIplay,Iamverysad.""Iknowyouwantanything."SantaClausfinishedandwalkedout.
Earlymorningsunissobright,theboyblinkedhiseyes,andfoundhimselfinthefoot,andnogood,hebegantonotbelieveinSantaClaus,then,theboywalkingoutofbed,watchingthestudentsthefreedomtoplaying,watchingwatching,hesmiled,laughedsonaive,bright,hehadneverhadsuchalaugh.HegraduallyrealizedthatSantaClausgavehimthebestintheworldisagift-Happy