First part of the story It was Christmas Eve.📙

They hung their empty socks by the fire, sure that Santa Claus would be coming soon. On the bed, snuggled up and bundled up, the children slept, while sweets and chocolates danced happily on their little heads. And mother in a scarf, and I in a nightcap, we were getting ready for a long winter sleep. Suddenly there was a commotion in the meadow, I jumped out of bed and went to see what was happening. I flew like lightning to the window, opened the blinds and pulled the shutter. The moon on the freshly fallen snow gave the objects a midday shine. When to my astonishment I saw a tiny sleigh and eight small reindeer go by in the distance. An old man was driving, lively and fast, And I knew right away that it must be Santa Claus. Faster than eagles, their steeds flew. And he whistled and shouted and called his reindeer by name!

– Come on Flash! Come on Dancer! Let's go Cabriolero and Brujo! Run Comet! Run Cupid! Run Thunder and Spark! To the top of the roof! To the top of the wall! Come on hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry everyone! Like the leaves that fly before a strong hurricane, which when they run into an obstacle go up to the sky, so the steeds flew until they landed on the house, With the sleigh full of toys and Santa Claus too. In the blink of an eye, on the roof I heard the little hooves of the reindeer kick and when I turned my head, between ashes and logs, Santa Claus suddenly fell down the chimney.