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Literary Lapses
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Stephen Leacock
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"I
wonder
what
this
is,"
Hoodoo
mused,
half
afraid
to
open
it.
Then
his
heart
gave
a
great
leap,
and
he
forgot
all
his
other
presents
in
the
anticipation
of
this
one.
"It's
the
drum!"
he
gasped.
"It's
the
drum,
all
wrapped
up!"
Drum
nothing!
It
was
pants--a
pair
of
the
nicest
little
short
pants--yellowish-brown
short
pants--with
dear
little
stripes
of
colour
running
across
both
ways,
and
here
again
Santa
Claus
had
written,
"Hoodoo,
from
Santa
Claus,
one
fort
net."
But
there
was
something
wrapped
up
in
it.
Oh,
yes!
There
was
a
pair
of
braces
wrapped
up
in
it,
braces
with
a
little
steel
sliding
thing
so
that
you
could
slide
your
pants
up
to
your
neck,
if
you
wanted
to.
The
boy
gave
a
dry
sob
of
satisfaction.
Then
he
took
out
his
last
present.
"It's
a
book,"
he
said,
as
he
unwrapped
it.
"I
wonder
if
it
is
fairy
stories
or
adventures.
Oh,
I
hope
it's
adventures!
I'll
read
it
all
morning."
No,
Hoodoo,
it
was
not
precisely
adventures.
It
was
a
small
family
Bible.
Hoodoo
had
now
seen
all
his
presents,
and
he
arose
and
dressed.
But
he
still
had
the
fun
of
playing
with
his
toys.
That
is
always
the
chief
delight
of
Christmas
morning.
First
he
played
with
his
tooth-brush.
He
got
a
whole
lot
of
water
and
brushed
all
his
teeth
with
it.
This
was
huge.
Then
he
played
with
his
collars.
He
had
no
end
of
fun
with
them,
taking
them
all
out
one
by
one
and
swearing
at
them,
and
then
putting
them
back
and
swearing
at
the
whole
lot
together.
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