Santa Claus' Postoffice

 

Inexpensive gifts or Christmas favors are hidden all over the house, each gift having a large letter either printed or pinned on its wrappings. Five or six cards which bear directions for finding that gift have the same letter written on them.
Each child is given a card which directs him to look in a certain place for further directions. When he finds his second card of directions, he finds that he directs him to the third card, which directs him to the fourth card. But this fourth card is merciful and reads, “Look under the bed in the front bedroom and see what Santa Claus has left for you!” You know that it will not take him long to get to the front bedroom and under the bed!
To make sure that no one picks up a wrong card of directions, every card as well as every gift must be plainly lettered, the letter on the cards corresponding to the letter on the gift to which they lead. When the gifts are found they must not be opened, but all gifts and direction cards are brought back to the room, where a careful hostess sees to it that all the children have gifts which bears letters corresponding to the letters on their cars of directions. If this is not done some child may be left without a gift.
When all the children have returned bearing a gift, the packages are to be opened one by one, each child opening his package in turn so that other children may see its contents. These gifts reward the hunters either through the real value of the gifts or through the laughter caused by misfits. Jimmy Pond, which is a “regular” boy, gets a pink hair ribbon, while dainty Majorie Burt gets a jackknife. Needless to say, gifts may be exchanged !
Hiding places should be very simple. For example, one set of directions may read as follows: A1. Look under the piano. A2. Look under the rug in the hall. A3. Look under the dining room table. A4. Look behind the first row of books in the large bookcase. A5. Look behind the fourth step of the stairway. A6. Look under the kitchen sink and take what you find !
Of course, if fat Bob Wright should draw a set of directions which compel him to start in the laundry and all over the house in his search, ending up having to squeeze under the bed in the boy’s bedroom to get a package which he found later to contain a baby’s rattle, we are sorry for him, but-!