Accidents of Birth: The Private Thoughts of Amelia E. Rye by Bonnie Shimko

My mother tried to kill me before I was born. Even then I disappointed her.

When Mama got even meaner, Daddy took off. That woman never missed a chance to tell me how it was my fault that her husband left Sullivan's Falls with Margo LaRue, the town-hussy--at high noon, so everybody in town could witness the spectacle.

Being named after Amelia Earhart by Grandaddy Thompson hasn't helped Amelia fly high; it seems that mama always manages somehow to shoot her down. Well into her forties when Amelia came along, Mama blames her husband's departure and the rest of her miseries on Amelia, dressing her in twenty-year-old hand-me-downs from her much older sister Charlotte and making her wear ugly, masking-tape-mended glasses for years. Amelia is an outcast at school, and her only support is her grandfather who loves her dearly. "All a person needs in life is one true friend," he says, but Amelia despairs of ever finding even that salvation.

And then Fancy Nelson comes to town--the first black child the town has ever seen. The daughter of a pretty and loving mother, hired as housekeeper for the influential town judge despite the small-town prejudices of Sullivan's Falls, Fancy has what Amelia wants and needs, a loving mother, nice clothes, and total comfort inside her own skin. And Fancy chooses her immediately as a friend.

When her Grandfather's stroke renders him speechless and he is sent to the local nursing home, Amelia turns to Fancy's family, a nurturing mother and the strangely fatherly Judge Watson as a surrogate for her own train wreck of a family. And as their friendship grows, Amelia begins to break out of the protective shell she has always worn at home and at school and try her wings a little, too.

Soon those closely kept family secrets begin to unwind, for Fancy as well as for Amelia. Amelia finds herself strangely drawn to the local Avon lady, that even Fancy calls "that floozy LaRue," even though she soon comes to realize that Margo is the woman for whom her missing father left town before her birth. Margo is still flamboyant, but she is also warm and honest, and like Fancy's mother, immediately sees the child inside Amelia who desperately needs mothering. As events unfold, Amelia and Fancy both uncover those hidden stories which have shaped their lives, and both are changed by what they learn. Then, Amelia's mother dies suddenly, bringing about an unforeseen change in her life and the revelation that her mother, unable to give her what she needed at her birth, has amazingly managed to give her exactly what she now needs to be reborn.

In The Private Thoughts of Amelia E. Rye (Farrar Straus Giroux, 2010) author Bonnie Shimko has created a unique character of great resilience, humor, and independence, a worthy successor in the tradition of Scout Finch and Harriet M. Welch. Amelia Earhart Rye is a clear-eyed realist who has no dreams, but she does have the power to love, and when she breaks free, the metamorphosis is a joy to see. As Publishers Weekly puts it, "Shimko's story is original, and Amelia's distinctive voice and likable nature will have readers rooting for her in times of trouble and cheering her ultimate good fortune. The happy ending is immensely satisfying."

In Arms' Way: Hugless Douglas by David Melling

"I NEED A HUG" SAID DOUGLAS.

HE WRIGGLED OUT OF HIS PAJAMAS. "MY BEST HUGS ARE BIG ONES," THOUGHT DOUGLAS. SO HE WENT UP TO THE BIGGEST THING HE COULD FIND AND WRAPPED HIS ARMS ALL THE WAY AROUND IT.

Just awakened from his first hibernation, Douglas isn't sure just what he wants to hug. His chosen boulder is BIG, all right, but it doesn't exactly hug back. Even Douglas, as clueless a young bear as one could meet, realizes that rocks are unsatisfactory in the bear hug department.

Hug TALL things? Trees are tall, but no less unrewarding. Comfy things? Sheep just run away, and owls get rather belligerent when embraced. Down the rabbit hole, Douglas tries hugging Rabbit, who objects. "DOWN!" he shouts.

But then Rabbit understands what Doug really needs--and where to find it--and takes the young bear down into a deep, dark cave that seems suddenly seems very familiar to him and which has just what he is looking for.

"MOMMY!"

David Melling's funny and sweet Hugless Douglas (Tiger Tales, 2010) will charm young children, who will giggle at Douglas, who is, in the words of the song, "looking for love in all the wrong places."

Nonfiction That Makes the Grade: Great Migrations: Amazing Animal Journeys by Laura Marsh

WHEN ANIMALS TRAVEL FROM ONE REGION OR CLIMATE TO ANOTHER, IT IS CALLED MIGRATION.

MIGRATION HELPS ANIMALS SURVIVE ON EARTH.

MANY ANIMALS MIGRATE. THIS BOOK IS ABOUT ZEBRAS, RED CRABS, AND WALRUSES. THEIR GREAT MIGRATIONS ARE INCREDIBLE JOURNEYS.

When it comes to making the many mysteries of animal behavior understandable, National Geographic has no peer, as in Laura Marsh's brand-new National Geographic Readers: Great Migrations Amazing Animal Journeys (National Geographic Kids, 2010). Migration is one of the seeming miracles of life on earth. How do animals know when and where to go to find the right habitat at the right time? How do they "remember" where and when to make such travels? What forces within or without guide them on these incredible journeys?

Marsh's newest Level 3 beginning reader takes on this explanation for three very different animals with very different needs from their environment. Zebras travel nearly 400 miles through Botswana following good grazing conditions; red crabs, land crabs of the Christian Islands of the Pacific and the northwest coast of Australia, move to their breeding grounds in such numbers that they sometimes require "Crab Crossing" signs on the local roads and climb 40-foot cliffs as they make their annual mass migration; and walruses move through the Bering Straits from the Bering Sea to the Chukchi Sea seeking lasting ice floes to support their own marine lifestyle.

A well-designed and appealing little volume, this one has well-placed text boxes to explain concepts and terms encountered in the narration, and like all National Geographic products, its large, clear color photos are worth a thousand words in portraying content to young readers. A very useful picture glossary defines and illustrates terms such as "predator," "instinct," and "larvae" introduced in and crucial to the meaning of Marsh's simple but informative text.

Whether used to supplement classroom units or to satisfy the curiosity of young animal lovers, National Geographic Readers: Great Migrations Amazing Animal Journeys and other National Geographic Kids books in this series, such as Elizabeth Carney's Great Migrations: Whales, Wildebeests, Butterflies, Elephants, and Other Amazing Animals on the Move (National Geographic Kids) and Marsh's National Geographic Readers: Great Migrations Butterflies are super brain-builders which help beginning readers "make the grade" in elementary science.

My Further Adventures: Northward to the Moon by Polly Horvath

"I don't know, Maya," Ned said tiredly. "I don't know why John left a bag of money in the forests of British Columbia. I don't know why my father just up and left our family one day. I don't know why my mother decided to hightail it up to Fort McMurray. I don't know why Ben stole the money and stranded Dorothy. I'm telling you, I don't know why anyone does anything. People do strange things.

In Polly Horvath's third book in her tales of Jane, beginning with the Newbery Award Everything on a Waffle and continuing through My One Hundred Adventures, Jane has found it unncessary to gin up her own adventures; in fact, unsought adventures threaten to overwhelm her! Her step-dad Ned has moved the whole family from their beloved beach-front cottage in Massachusetts to the drab and dry high prairie of Saskatchewan to teach high school French, a language of which he has no knowledge and the lack of which gets him fired in mid-term.

Jane hopes that the family will return to their seaside house, but Ned immediately drags the family through a side trip to visit a dying Indian woman named Mary who is asking for him. Because she once took him in as a homeless teenager, Ned feels compelled to go to her home in the woods of Nova Scotia, but once there, he finds out that Mary only wants to give him a sackful of money left for him by his elusive brother John.

With the money, Jane's mom Felicity, her sister Maya and little brothers in tow, Ned drives their ricketty car back to Las Vegas, his brother's last known address to return the cash. Although they find John gone to points unknown, Ned does learn that his mother is nearby, living on a horse ranch near Elko, Nevada, and they drive there, hoping to unravel the mystery of the money. But soon after their arrival, Ned's mother Dorothy is thrown from her horse and suffers an injury which requires Ned and his long-lost sisters to come together to sell her ranch and provide for her long-term care. Then Dorothy's trusted hired hand steals the money and the whole family finds themselves with Dorothy and little money retracing their steps back to their small cottage in Massachusetts. Thirteen-year-old Jane, who has felt the family's tenuous hold on reality during the whole venture, at last relaxes.

When we got back to the beach it is a wonderful salty homecoming. The moist air makes me come alive. I can feel it seeping into all my pores, which were shriveled in the desert dryness. It is as if I can finally breathe all over my body again. It is like a miracle to hear the waves crash and recede, crash and recede.

Ned finds a job teaching and translating Japanese, a language which he turns out actually to know quite well, and with Dorothy in a local convalescent home and Maya apparently emerging from her long depression, it looks as if the family has come home at last.

If Horvath's theme is that life is an unforeseeable journey, not a destination, this book certainly proves the case. Jane's observations are clear-eyed and real, and her drive to make sense out of her quirky family's doings comes to little even in the book's final words:

The next day Ned is gone.

He left a note.

But oh, what a journey the year's wanderings make in Horvath's latest, Northward to the Moon (Schwarz & Wade, 2010). A family uprooted, yet bound by close but inexplicable bonds, owning so little but with enough love to make any place a home wherever they are together, their life is a continuing adventure, and this novel is surely not the end of Jane's story.

Monkeying with the Classics: Furious George Goes Bananas: A Primate Parody by Michael Rex

George was a great big ape who lived in a beautiful jungle.

One day a man in a funny hat saw George and said, "Ooh! What a big monkey. I want him."

Michael Rex, fairly famous for his parodies, Goodnight Goon: A Petrifying Parody and Runaway Mummy: A Petrifying Parody spoofing Margaret Wise Brown's classics, has done it again with a new takeoff which "apes" a famous tailless monkey's adventures--beginning with his abduction from the forest by the man with the yellow hat.

This George and his man with the funny hat are something else altogether. Wherever the original George was childlike in his innocence and curiosity and his man was well intentioned, if a bit naive about the care and feeding of wild animals, (a pipe before bedtime?) the interests of Michael Rex's man in the funny hat are purely pecuniary.

"Hello," said the man in the funny hat to the zookeeper.

"Would you like to buy my monkey?"

"Well," said the zookeeper, "he's actually an ape.

Monkeys have tails. But, yes, I will buy him."

He put George in a cage.... George was squeezed. He went bananas.

The zoo thing was not working out, and this George takes matters into his own hands, grabbing a bunch of helium balloons from a vendor, tying the zookeeper to them and sending him floating through the sky. The man in the funny hat tries again, this time trying to make a few bucks in the construction industry.

"My monkey would like a job. Would you like him to work for you?" asked the man in the funny hat.

"Sure," said the foreman. "But he ain't a monkey. He's an ape. A monkey got a tail."

In short order this George goes through a series of supposedly lucrative jobs which his greedy guardian digs up for him--first as the headliner in a Broadway show and then as astronaut. By this time Just George has definitely become Furious George.

He did not want to go into outer space. He wanted to go home to the jungle.

That rotten man in the funny hat was the one who should go into space!

And where there's a clever monkey, er, ape in the story, there's definitely a way that that can be arranged.

If Michael Rex's newest, Furious George Goes Bananas: A Primate Parody (G. P. Putnam's Sons, 2010) lacks the warm insouciance of his earlier parodies, older picture books fans will definitely chuckle as this George works his way through instantly recognizable take-offs on the adventures of the beloved monkey of the Curious George series. This one is a good alternative for kids who think they've outgrown the cute little George but will giggle as this Furious George gives his captor his comeuppance and finds his own way back to his beloved jungle--to stay.

Dog Days: Zoo Breath by Graham Salisbury

"Ack!" Stella snapped, turning around in the front seat of the car. "Get that thing away from me!"

It was Sunday, and Mom was driving us to the grocery store. Stella was sixteen; she'd come from Texas to live with us and help Mom. She was in high school, studying ways to mess up my life. Me and my sister, Darci, were in the backseat with Streak, my dog.

Streak was sitting on my knees, hanging her head over the front seat. Breathing on Stella.

Fourth-grader Calvin Coconut had thought he was in dog heaven when his mom finally agreed to let him adopt his dog Streak. But Streak comes at a price: Calvin has to promise to feed her, bathe her, keep her from chewing up anything mom likes, and keep her out of the house. All that is hard enough, but keeping her dog breath out of Stella's sensitive nose is proving even harder. His single mom is always tired and harried, and Calvin is afraid she's going to change her mind about Streak. How was he supposed to know that Streak was going to dash in the house with a dead toad in her mouth, and proudly deliver it to his mom? Still, Calvin just can't imagine taking Streak back to the dog shelter.

Then Calvin's cool teacher Mr. Purdy introduces a new assignment--a Discovery Project--and assigns Calvin and his buddy Julio to formulate a question, do primary research, and produce a presentation on their findings, and suddenly Calvin sees a way to convince his mom that dog breath is a minor factor in the universe of stink! The one problem is that Mr. Purdy requires that they produce "props," concrete proof of their findings. Now the question is, how do they catch dog breath in a bottle?

Mom's boyfriend Ledward is always thoughtfully bringing huge fish heads over for Streak that makes her breath good and stinky, all right, but nobody seems to know if fish breath has a long shelf life. And how bad is it, really? When the bathroom toilet begins to leak, Ledward offers to replace it as a surprise for Mom, giving Cal and Julio a chance for more scientific investigation: their conclusion? toilet hole stink is lots worse than dog breath, and probably even worse than the runner-up, dead toad stink. But then Ledward's pet pig provides a less reassuring finding: pig breath is actually better than dog breath!

Now if those pesky girls Maya and Shayla would quit spying on their research, Calvin just knows he can deliver a good report which will convince his mom that Streak's breath is not so bad. But just in case, he and Darci decide it's wise to bathe Streak daily and brush her teeth after every fish head dinner.

In his newest in this crackerjack beginning chapter series for boys, Newbery winning Graham Salisbury's Calvin Coconut: Zoo Breath (Wendy Lamb Random House, 2010) makes good use of his Hawaiian setting in the funniest yet of his Calvin Coconut books. Humor and insight into the process of growing up is Salisbury's strongest suit here, as he skillfully weaves Calvin's delightful boy adventures into his story, along with his longing for his absent father, his growing relationship with the kind and genuinely fatherly Ledward, and his appreciation of his role in the family. Previous books in this sun-kissed and laugh-filled series are Calvin Coconut: Trouble Magnet, Calvin Coconut: The Zippy Fix and Calvin Coconut: Dog Heaven.

For older readers, particularly those of the middle-school male persuasion, there are Salisbury's stories of World War II Hawaii, the Newbery Honor Under the Blood-Red Sun, House of the Red Fish (Readers Circle), and Eyes of the Emperor, as well as his beautifully written and gripping adventure stories Lord of the Deep, Night of the Howling Dogs, Blue Skin of the Sea, and Island Boyz.

Tops in Toys: The Marvelous Toy by Tom Paxton

IT WENT ZIP! WHEN IT MOVED.

AND BOP! WHEN IT STOPPED.

AND WHIRR! WHEN IT STOOD STILL.

I NEVER KNEW JUST WHAT IT WAS,

AND I GUESS I NEVER WILL.

Tom Paxton's The Marvelous Toy (Imagine, 2009) is a jolly do-over of his famous folk-style song about the hand-me-down toy with a new life in its second generation of playmates. Illustrated vividly by Steve Cox, this version retells the story of that beloved and inexplicable device, a fascinating toy which never seems to do the same thing twice. Moving in unexpected directions, sprouting a rainbow of indescribable lights and sounds, the thing seems to have a life of its own.

Daddy nonchalantly watches the boy's surprise. It was his toy once, and now he's passing it along, mystery and all. And when the toy seems to vanish from under the chair where it has marched, Daddy just laughs. Not to worry, for...

WHEN I TURNED AROUND, MY MARVELOUS TOY

CAME CHUGGING FROM BEHIND.

With its own CD of this and two other of Paxton's children's songs on board, this beloved tune gets a new life, in this new edition of The Marvelous Toy passed down from one generation to another just like the memorable plaything in the title, reminding us that sometimes a well-loved toy is the best gift.

Snow Time: First Snow in the Woods: A Photographic Fantasy by Carl Sams and Jean Stoick

The chipmunk is a know-it-all busybody.

"HEY, SPOTTY! YOU DON'T LOOK SO GOOD. YOU'RE LOSING YOUR SPOTS! BETTER START HIDING YOUR ACORNS!"

"WHY WOULD I WANT TO HIDE ACORNS?" WONDERED THE FAWN.

"ACORNS ARE EVERYWHERE."

But the chipmunk knows a secret. And indeed, it seems everyone else is in the know except the young deer. Something big is about to happen. The woolly bear caterpillar chomps his way hurriedly across a fern in the dewy morning. The monarch butterfly leaves for a faraway summer elsewhere. The green leaves change colors and float down, down, down, and the woodchuck has only one word for him: "Hibernate!" A change is coming, he seems to say. It will come when the dragonflies no longer fly. The little deer feels as if he's being abandoned by the only world he knows.

"WHY CAN'T EVERYTHING STAY THE SAME?"

It's a thought that crosses our human minds, too, as summer seems to flee from us all too soon, and the little deer has the same anxiety we all feel.

"BUT I'M NOT READY!"

But Mama is wise in the ways of the world. She knows that her baby is now big and strong, with a thick, new coat. And she knows just where to go when the snow begins to blow.

"YOU ARE READY FOR THE FIRST SNOW OF THE WINTER," SAYS MAMA DOE.
LISTEN TO YOUR HEARTSONG. FOLLOW ME."

Carl Sams' and Jean Stoick's lovely First Snow in the Woods: A Photographic Fantasy (Carl R. Sams Photography, 2007, 2010) chronicles the coming of winter, from the first liftoff of the brown owl and Canada geese for the southward journey to the first snowflake of winter, in a beautiful picture essay which personifies the enormous changes from high summer to windswept snowscape in elegant text and beautiful illustrative photos, a book which is a good readaloud for those classroom seasonal units as well as for quiet contemplation.

Sams' and Stoick's earlier best-selling photographic nature essays include Stranger in the Woods: A Photographic Fantasy (Nature) Winter Friends, and Lost in the Woods: A Photographic Fantasy (Connect-It).

Warm Smiles: The Smiley Snowman by M. Christina Butler

THE SNOWMAN WAS NEARLY FINISHIED. LITTLE BEAR AND SMALL FOX LIFTED A BIG SNOWBALL ONTO HIS HUGE BODY.

"MY TURN!" CRIED FLUFFY BUNNY. "LET ME HELP."

"HERE WE GO," CRIED LITTLE BEAR, LIFTING HIM UP, AND FLUFFY GAVE THE SNOWMAN A GREAT BIG SMILE.

Small Fox, Little Bear, and Fluffy Bunny are so proud of their fine snowman, smiling and sparkling in the late evening light. But when they return the next day, there has been a big change in their new friend.

THE NEXT MORNING THE NEW SNOW SPARKLED BRIGHT, BUT THE SNOWMAN LOOKED SAD AND SHIVERY.

"HE LOOKS COLD TO ME," SAID LITTLE BEAR.

Little Bear offers his scarf, and Fluffy Bunny even drags his own blanket up the hill to wrap the snowman up even more snugly, right up to his pebble eyes. There!

But the next morning finds the snowman looking even sadder!

DRIP! DRIP! DRIP!

M. Christina Butler's The Smiley Snowman (Good Books, 2010) is a humorous look at how three very young friends discover their own questionable version of the laws of thermodynamics as applied to snowmen. The three soon figure out an alternative scientific solution:

"MORE SNOW!"

That and a big group hug restore the snowman's broad smile in this pleasantly cozy little winter's tale, amplified by Tim McNaughton's pretty wintry palette brightened by plenty of sparkles. A nice addition to any snowtime storytime.

Snow Avatars: Mouse and Mole: A Winter Wonderland by Wong Herbert Yee

"OPEN UP, MOLE. IT'S ME, MOUSE," CALLED MOUSE.

"RAT!" MUTTERED MOLE. HE ROLLED OUT OF BED LIKE A COCOON, STILL WRAPPED IN HIS BLANKETS....

HE OPENED THE DOOR A CRACK--WHOOOSH! A GUST OF FROSTY AIR NIPPED HIS SNOUT.

"MORNING, MOLE!" SAID MOUSE.

"MORNING, MOUSE," GRUMPED MOLE.
"WHATEVER ARE YOU DOING OUT ON A DAY LIKE THIS?"

Mouse can't wait to sled and skate in the new-fallen snow. To her it is a winter wonderland of trees trimmed with icicles and bushes frosted like cupcakes.

But for Mole it's no dice on the ice! Mole crabbily warns her that she will turn into a mouse-cicle if she is crazy enough to wander around in that frosty wonderland and grumps off to bed again. But Mouse has new boots and a warm coat, and she forges on to fly down the hills and glide over the ice all by herself.

Still, it's lonely without Mole, so she builds a snowman and christens him Sno-Mole. Sneaking back into the snoozing Mole's entryway closet, she chooses one of his warm hats, a scarf, and a pair of mittens, and with a long, pointy icicle for a nose, her Sno-Mole is soon a frosty likeness of Mole himself. With her new snow-friend in tow on her sled, she gives him a tour of her winter wonderland.

Back at home, Mole awakens at last. Bored with his bed, he sneaks a peak outside to see if Mouse is still around. In the distance he spots her skating on the pond and giving a smiling stranger a nice ride on the sled behind her. Mole is suddenly jealous.

"THAT IS NO STRANGER!" HE GULPED.

"MOUSE IS WITH A FRIEND...

AND THAT FRIEND IS NOT ME!"

But best friends have a way of working out such problems, and in Wong Herbert Yee's newest title Mouse and Mole, A Winter Wonderland (Houghton Mifflin Clarion, 2010) Mole decides that two can play that game, and when Sno-Mouse meets Sno-Mole, it's a friendship just made for a winter wonderland. Author-illustrator Yee has created another cozy seasonal tale of the hyperactive mouse and the sleepy, slow mole, two unlikely friends who find fun and friendship in each addition to the Mouse and Mole series. The author's artwork has a certain quaint appeal, and his homey odd couple stories, reminiscent of Arnold Lobel's classic Frog and Toad series, are just right for the early beginning chapter book reader.

Previous titles in this series are Upstairs Mouse, Downstairs Mole paperback (Mouse and Mole), Abracadabra! Magic with Mouse and Mole, A Brand-New Day with Mouse and Mole (A Mouse and Mole Story), and Mouse and Mole, Fine Feathered Friends.

How Does Santa DO It? Fletcher and the Snowflake Christmas by Julia Rawlinson

IT WAS AN ICE-BRIGHT CHRISTMAS EVE AND THE SKY WAS A DAZZLING BLUE.

EVERY TREE IN THE FOREST WAS FROST-SPRINKLED, AND FROZEN PUDDLES CRACKLED UNDER FLETCHER'S PAWS. HE PADDED DOWN TO THE BURROW BANK WHERE THE RABBITS USED TO LIVE AND BOUNCED OVER THE FALLEN TREES THAT BLOCKED THE OLD FRONT DOOR...

AND HE STOPPED

AND HE LOOKED

AND HE HAD A TERRIBLE THOUGHT...

HOW WAS SANTA CLAUS GOING TO FIND THE RABBITS' NEW HOME?

Then Fletcher the fox has an idea. Quickly recruiting the help of Squirrel and the neighborhood birds and mice, Fletcher uses fallen twigs to shape a path of arrows leading from the old burrow right to the front door of the Rabbits' new home. Fletcher and friends are proud of themselves.

At the Rabbits' front door they catch the delightful scent of hot blackberry pie and the sound of a Christmas Eve party in progress. Invited in, the friends eat pie and join in a carol singalong which lasts into the night.

But unknown to the merrymakers, outside downy flakes begin to fall, and by the time Fletcher steps out to head for his own snug burrow for the night, the ground is covered in several inches of soft snow, and their carefully constructed trail of twig arrows is completely hidden. Santa will never find his way here, Fletcher thinks.

Fletcher worries all the way home and finally decides that there is only one thing a true friend would do--stay awake all night and when Santa visits his house, redirect him to the Rabbits' new home. Fletcher settles down to wait, and then... he falls asleep.

He awakes on Christmas morning, and as he looks at the gifts left for him, he realizes that he slept through Santa's arrival--and has failed to tell him how to find the Rabbits this year. Sadly Fletcher hurries through the new-fallen snow to apologize to the family, only to find them already opening the gifts that have been left under their tree. Somehow Santa found his way after all!

Julia Rawlinson's Fletcher and the Snowflake Christmas (Greenwillow, 2010), beautifully illustrated in soft impressionistic watercolors by Tiphanie Beeke, sweetly tells the story of loyal friends and of that jolly saint who, in the words of Phyllis McGinley's Christmas classic The Year Without a Santa Claus (now reissued in a bright, new edition by Marshall Cavendish, 2010), never fails.

YEARLY, NEWLY, FAITHFULLY, TRULY,

SOMEHOW SANTA CLAUS ALWAYS COMES.