“Mama, look at the hats! Magnus needs a new hat,” cried Josefina. Their family had just moved to Northern Michigan from Sweden.
“Child, we cannot afford a new hat. Come along.”
Josefina and her mother walked toward the apartment where they were living in Marquette, along the waterfront, through the tunnels of deep snow. As they stopped to go inside, a man cleared his throat behind them. They turned and saw someone they knew as Father Christmas standing there with two handfuls of hats from the shop.
”Happy Christmas,” he said, as he gave them hats for the whole family.
100 words
Photo Credit Björn Rudberg
The Write Scribe 
And a Happy Christmas to you too Rosemary
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A heartwarming story just right for the season. I hear you on not being able to afford a hat, as mentioned in my 100.
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It’s hard when you cannot afford new hats… thought about Swede Hollow in Saint Paul when i read your story.
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Sweet story to put us in the festive mood 🙂
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So sweet. Shifting homes can be sad, shifting countries- devastating. Good that Father Christmas was around to keep an eye on them 🙂
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I always knew he was real and now you’ve proved it! Nice one.
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See? Santa DOES exist! Lovely, Rosemary
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Aw, a warm welcome to the freezing UP!
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