One night, right before Christmas, little girl Ellie Claus finds out that she was chosen to be a new recruit in Santa's Heroes Squad, where she finds new friends and discovers the truth of who her real parents were. But why she was recruited to Santa's Heroes Squad only now?
Holly Hill was a place for Christmas! Holly Hill, the old rambling Stratford homestead in Virginia, on its high hill, looking down the long slope and across the wide fields to the far woods rimming the sky. From Bob, the veteran, within a month of his teens, down to brown-eyed Evelyn, with her golden hair floating all around her, when Christmas came everyone hung up a stocking, and the visit of Santa Claus was the event of the year.
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Denis McKutchin is having a bad week. He's just been paroled from prison. His girlfriend threw him out. His son won?t speak to him and to top it all off, as a condition of his parole, he has to do community service at an orphanage with the rest of his gang. Upon his release, he's met by Tiny, a member of his crew. Tiny tells him about a truckload of toys destined for the children of the orphanage for Christmas being hijacked. He then tries desperately to get McKutchin to think up a plan to get the truck back. But McKutchin has a plan of his own for one big heist in mid-town. Can his mind be changed? Santa's Little Helpers is a journey filled with quirky characters. It's a story about a group of misfits who find themselves in the middle of the FBI, the mob and drugs . . . All in an effort to steal back Christmas.
Mr. William B. Aikins, alias "Softy" Hubbard, alias Billy The Hopper, paused for breath behind a hedge that bordered a quiet lane and peered out into the highway at a roadster whose tail light advertised its presence to his felonious gaze. It was Christmas Eve, and after a day of unseasonable warmth a slow, drizzling rain was whimsically changing to snow.The Hopper was blowing from two hours' hard travel over rough country. He had stumbled through woodlands, flattened himself in fence corners to avoid the eyes of curious motorists speeding homeward or flying about distributing Christmas gifts, and he was now bent upon committing himself to an inter-urban trolley line that would afford comfortable transportation for the remainder of his journey. Twenty miles, he estimated, still lay between him and his domicile.
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