And lo! to that place and in that hour came all the people of Mist-Land and of Dream-Land to declare allegiance to him:  yes, the elves, the fairies, the pixies,—­all came to Claus, prepared to do his bidding.  Joyously they capered about him, and merrily they sang.

“Now haste ye all,” cried Claus,—­“haste ye all to your homes and bring to my workshop the best ye have.  Search, little hill-people, deep in the bowels of the earth for finest gold and choicest jewels; fetch me, O mermaids, from the bottom of the sea the treasures hidden there,—­the shells of rainbow tints, the smooth, bright pebbles, and the strange ocean flowers; go, pixies, and other water-sprites, to your secret lakes, and bring me pearls!  Speed! speed you all! for many pretty things have we to make for the little ones of earth we love!”

But to the kobolds and the brownies Claus said:  “Fly to every house on earth where the cross is known; loiter unseen in the corners, and watch and hear the children through the day.  Keep a strict account of good and bad, and every night bring back to me the names of good and bad that I may know them.”

The kobolds and the brownies laughed gleefully, and sped away on noiseless wings; and so, too, did the other fairies and elves.

There came also to Claus the beasts of the forest and the birds of the air, and bade him be their master.  And up danced the Four Winds, and they said:  “May we not serve you, too?”

The Snow King came stealing along in his feathery chariot.  “Oho!” he cried, “I shall speed over all the world and tell them you are coming.  In town and country, on the mountain-tops and in the valleys,—­wheresoever the cross is raised,—­there will I herald your approach, and thither will I strew you a pathway of feathery white.  Oho! oho!” So, singing softly, the Snow King stole upon his way.

But of all the beasts that begged to do him service, Claus liked the reindeer best.  “You shall go with me in my travels; for henceforth I shall bear my treasures not only to the children of the North, but to the children in every land whither the Star points me and where the cross is lifted up!” So said Claus to the reindeer, and the reindeer neighed joyously and stamped their hoofs impatiently, as though they longed to start immediately.

Oh, many, many times has Claus whirled away from his far Northern home in his sledge drawn by the reindeer, and thousands upon thousands of beautiful gifts—­all of his own making—­has he borne to the children of every land; for he loves them all alike, and they all alike love him, I trow.  So truly do they love him that they call him Santa Claus, and I am sure that he must be a saint; for he has lived these many hundred years, and we, who know that he was born of Faith and Love, believe that he will live forever.

[Illustration:  Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul, And close thine eyes in dreaming.]

CHRISTMAS EVE