The year is aging and growing old, the wintry winds and drifting snows proclaim to us the passing of romantic summer and flippant fall. With the grayed and tired closing year, come the thoughts of Christmas bells and the reindeer which are soon to trip lightly over the roofs, and of Santa, who, with his bag bulging, will slip down the chimneys to leave gifts that will be cherished by the little ones until his next coming.