Ho Ho Go by Vivienne Moles

Snow was falling fast now. His footsteps would be covered by the next day. It was important for his image to maintain that sense of mysticism he had always enjoyed. Anyway, it was only one night in the year. So many people looked forward to this special time. It took so much planning on his part. It was something he always liked to do on his own, even though he usually had 

many in his crew. Perhaps a window would be left open: easier than a chimney, even though that was traditional. Another successful haul to sell down the markets. 

Published in Issue #23


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