"I have a new job," said Ben's dad one day, so they moved to a house with a big yard to play.

Ben loved his new home, but he had a new worry — There's no chimney! he thought as the snow started to flurry. "How will Santa get in?" he said to his dad. "It's magic, my son. No need to be sad."

Ben wasn't convinced as he lay wide awake. He turned to his dog, his furry friend, Jake.

"What will Santa do when he lands on our roof?" Jake's ears perked up and he barked,

On the bus the next morning, Ben gave Holly a frown. "Without a chimney, how will Santa get down?"

Holly said, "I know! A magic key!" But Ben wasn't sure just where one could be.

Ben sat at his desk and stared at the wall. "What's wrong?" asked his teacher, Mrs. Hall.

"Magic!" he yelled. "And is there really a key? How will Santa get in when we have no chimney?" "I don't have a chimney," Mrs. Hall said. "But Santa still visits if I stay in my bed."

I'll ask Santa; he seems pretty kind. I'll write that big guy, I'm sure he won't mind.

Ben sat on his bed with his thoughts and a crayon, "Dear Santa," he started, "I'm your biggest fan."