Once upon a Christmas a king wanted his to
get him some “But there’s none left sir, said
the . What about those cookies on the table?
said the king? “Well those are for Santa Claus sir. “I don’t care
I’m hungry. And I want that , demanded the king.
“Well then there wouldn’t be any thing for Santa, said the .
“Who cares about Santa? said the king. “Who doesn’t? said the r .
“Fine if that’s for Santa. What’s for me? The king asked. “The presents
he leaves for you under the Christmas the
night of Christmas Eve. Said the . “I don’t get presents
from Santa. I get a lump of coal. You guys get the presents.
said the king. “That’s because you don’t treat people the way you
want to be treated. Said the . “I’m sorry for treating
you so cruelly. I’ve never noticed how you guys felt. said the
king. They all went to bed and in the morning there was a present
for the king under the . He also treated
his guards much better. And they all lived happily ever after. |