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he held. "Let us look forward, he ended them, "light forward and upward, read and had to search out his glasses first. But even now he promised like these candles here, which, consuming themselves, spread light, hope often. What strange names he read! It is now going downhill. The old winter of great serenity triggered them. And if not all of them had participated in the guessing, then he would probably have taken some parcel back to his homeland in his weakness retreats back to the mountains. All sorrow must now be lost. Karl Heinz Klausen, Wilhelm Bürgel, Max Seifert . - - - . so it went in shy. I want to see shining eyes and laughing hearts. Let's go. Already the second and third sack was empty, but little Peter think of our fathers outside on the battlefields and our mothers at home, had still not received a package. His ears were sharpened, his face to our sisters, our brothers, all of them that evening with their blessing became longer and longer when a name was called. Should this be something to be desired and desired by us. And now go to your places and be the punishment for having behaved so challengingly the other day? as real German boys satisfied with what I intended for each of you Already came the last sack, and this too was soon empty, having Peter's name. As I said, it is only small things." A smile ran with these but was still not called. Disappointment lay in his face, and words over his face. lone white pearls began to trickle over his cheeks. Then it was called The eyes of the boys widened to joyous delight when they found under the suddenly three times in a row: Peter Schröder! Peter Schroeder! Peter Schoeder! of pastries, chocolate and grated fruit heaped plates all the things they had wished for. Peter got his mouth- There was a tear of joy running over the grim face and an excited voice harmonica, with even a beautiful pencil, and Wilheim now really shouted "here" and trembling hands stretched far over the table. Coffee and cake had now lost all charms. Everyone had only the book of the red fighter plane. And now, when Paul also discovered Matkasten and Buntstifte under his plate, the joy was great and knew no sense of getting caught up in the silence of the gifts from the homeland. Borders more. Such surprises had not been expected. Joy, exuberant joy, a joy without limits prevailed from all sides. All sides were looked at the beautiful things, wandered from hand to hand, but one stood in the corner and wept. It was Peter. The glamour of joy, and caused admiration everywhere. Only one thing was missing in order to complete the joy, and those were the ones who had laid themselves over his face when unpacking his package, were packages from the home, the packages of parents and brothers and sisters, of relatives heavy cloudy shadings, now that he read the letter from his mother and acquaintances. What did not like in them alfes of surprises before. But Mr. Cornelius, in whose room they were piled up, had always thought that he had passed it too. But now he had already learned that the joy did not grow beyond their limits. He had said from his mother's mouth that he failed. And with this disagreement, that they should be distributed only on the first Christmas day. Only happy-botschoft connected were hard, tormenting allegations. From him could tomorrow! Oh, that was still so long gone. The heart could not become anything in life, in grief, if he did not improve and diligently and shattered himself — only tomorrow! It was to cry, the joy that the evening became more strenuous, grief had crept into his soul. This Lord Cornelius, one could tear him to pieces! Whoever cried him outside the wind and clapped with the shutters. Rain was glaring, he knew that no begging and no begging helped when he sidh something in against the windows. It was dark night. Everything was asleep. But the experiences had set their head. When Wilhelm came and said that he pursued his package un- of the evening the sleepers to the dream land of the night. Only Peter had to have conditionally this evening, there was something perishable in it, which lay still for a long time awake and wept and remembered the letter of his mother. $ Mother would have written it and now, like all the others who had come before him with the same concern, received a rejection, the last hopes had been broken. One had to submit, though reluctantly, to the inevitable and endure until tomorrow. While everything was crawling on top of the parlor and packing and singing and sorting and clearing away, three ambush strikes suddenly resounded again through the house. Her Cornelius stood down at the stairs and shouted: "Everything in the day room!" The coffee table had been discovered here by now. No one had noticed anything about it. Mountains of cakes stood on the table. In front of each square there was a red candle. But in the Edke the light tree burned and filled the room with its radiance. Swallowing and chatting, the small crowd sat at the tables. Suddenly the door opened, and in came Santa Claus, a real Santa with a long white beard and a big sack on his back. He came straight from home, he said, in order to bring the gifts of home to the children this evening, but regretted that he had to be late because of the bad way conditions, then opened his big bag without many circumstances and began to call up the names that stood on the packages. But then it became clear that the vision of the old Lord had already suffered a little. He could no longer have the names properly 9