snow slipped inside his nose and he gave a gentle "Whhoof." That stirred up some of the snowflakes and gave him a splendid idea.
Laying his trunk on the edge of the box he gave a mighty blow—"Pooh-ooh." The air was filled with a cloud of snowflakes and they fell down all over the green branches of the lovely Christmas tree.
"Now it is time to hang up your stocking and go to bed," said Father Elephant.
Little Elephant ran upstairs and came down waving in his trunk the biggest stocking he could find. When he had hung it beside the fireplace he went off to bed as good little elephants should.
Early the next morning Little Elephant galloped into his mother's room. "Merry Christmas!" he bellowed, "Merry Christmas!"
Mother Elephant sat up sleepily in her bed. Surely it couldn't be morning already. She rubbed her eyes and straightened her nightcap.
"Come on! Get up! I want to see what's in my stocking," Little Elephant cried, pulling at the covers.
"Brrr!" shivered Mother Elephant as she heaved
