Genevieve by Larry Low     Genevieve Quiz

Once upon a time, a long long time ago, there was a little girl called Genevieve.  It was so long ago that a little girl called Emily had not even been born yet.  Genevieve was very much like you are now.  In fact, Emily dear Emily was very much like your mother was when she was as little as you are right now.  That was a long long time ago.  Genevieve was like any little girl that you or I would ever hope to meet.  Except for one little thing, she was like any little girl.

Genevieve, poor Genevieve, did not believe.  What did Genevieve not believe?  For some reason or other, Genevieve, did not, simply could not, simply would not believe in Santa.  And what could be more important than believing in Santa?

Of course, nothing is as important, at this time of year, as believing in Santa.  Her mother and her father and even her older brother Pickens had talked to her about Santa.  But Genevieve, poor Genevieve simply did not believe.  She simply would not, simply could not believe.  Even Michael Shore, the lad next door, tried to get Genevieve, poor Genevieve to believe. No matter how had they tried, they could not get Genevieve, poor Genevieve to believe in Santa.  Genevieve, simply would not, simply could not, simply did not, believe in Santa.

She simply did not, simply would not, simply could not believe in Santa!

One day, her older brother Pickens, who believed in Santa like the dickens, had an idea how to get Genevieve to believe.  He sat right down and wrote Santa a letter.

Dear Santa,.

This letter is from me but is not for me.  I am sure you will be coming on Christmas Eve.  This letter to you, Santa, dear Santa, is for my little sister Genevieve, dear Genevieve.  Genevieve, dear Genevieve, simply will not, simply cannot, simply does not believe in Santa, I am sad to say. I believe Santa, dear Santa, that Genevieve, poor Genevieve, who does not believe, would probably believe, if under the tree on Christmas morn, she found a doll house.

A house, to house her dolls, is all that she wants for Christmas, you see.  If you could find the time to make a doll-house for Genevieve, she would make us all very pleased.  The happiest of all would be Genevieve.

Take care, Santa.  I won't keep you because I know that you are very busy at this time of year.  Come Christmas Eve, I will be listening for the clatter of tiny hooves on our roof.

Love from Pickens

p. s.  I believe like the dickens.