Mr. Wogglebug found himself standing in the midst of a vast space of land that was blanketed completely in thick white snow. Yet the air was surprisingly warm as well as clear. Looking around he spotted a signpost nearby which read "North Pole. Laughing Valley. Home of Santa Claus." with an arrow pointing in the direction to go to this destination.
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Mr. Wogglebug decided he would like to meet Santa Claus for he had heard so much about him from Sylvie in a good way. So he followed the direction of the signpost and soon came upon a series of large red buildings with green rooftops and white framed windows. He walked up to one of them and knocked on the door.
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It was quickly opened by a very short person wearing a pointed green cap with a jingle bell at the tip and a matching green outfit that was trimmed with red and pointed shoes. He quickly assumed this must be an elf that worked here.
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"Hello," said Mr. Wogglebug. "I am Mr. H.M. Wogglebug T.E. and I am here to see Santa Claus. May I?"
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The elf smiled a broad toothy smile and replied, "Why, of course you may, Mr. Wogglebug! Santa will be so pleased to meet you. For he has heard so much about you in a good way. Come with me."
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Mr. Wogglebug followed the elf. "You mean Santa already knows about me? But how?" he asked in surprise?
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"Santa knows everything," replied the elf with a wink. He knows all about your friend Sylvie after all, don't you know?"
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"Oh, of course! I might have known from that song Sylvie taught me about him," Mr. Wogglebug said.
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The elf led him up to a large cottage that was richly decorated in Christmas lights and tinsel, and bells and balls, and candy canes.
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"Here we are," announced the elf. "You can just go right in. For Santa always loves having visitors as he gets so few from outside of here you know."
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So Mr. Wogglebug opened the door and walked into a very warm and cozy room that was as equally furnished with Christmas decor on the inside as it was on the outside. Looking around he spotted a large fireplace in front of which was a big red armchair on which he found Santa himself was seated and beside him were two tables. One was set with a plate of cookies and a half full glass of milk and the other one was set with a huge pile of letters. Santa was reading them while he ate.
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Santa looked up at hearing the door open and on seeing Mr. Wogglebug he smiled and laughed merrily. "Ho ho ho!" he exclaimed. "Hello Mr. Wogglebug. I have heard so much about you in a good way. Just as I know all about your friend Sylvie and all of the adventures you've had together in Genoma. Which is one of my favorite places to visit. And I also know that at this moment you are on a quest to get a present for birthday."
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"Why yes, I am indeed," replied Mr. Wogglebug. "I'd been so caught up in the midst of my adventure recently that had somehow slipped my mind."
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"Well anyway," continued Santa, "I think I may have just the very present for her right here with me. I was of course saving it for Christmas. But in consideration of how close friends you two are, I think I could make this one exception. She deserves only the best after all for she has always been such a good girl."
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"Yes, I quite agree," said Mr. Wogglebug. "What do you have?"
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Santa appeared to reach into an inside pocket for a moment and then he pulled out a very large snowglobe taht had a picture of Sylvie with Mr. Wogglebug in it. "Now," he explained, "this is no ordinary snowglobe for it is a portal to Genoma that can let her see you anytime she wishes. She can also talk to you like on a telephone if you both desire. And if need be she can also be transported to Genoma at her will if she shakes it to the right."
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Mr. Woggelebug was delighted by such a generous gift. He wanted so much to take it. But what about the rest of his adventure which wasn't over yet and Cobo Mystis' promise to give a present of his own at the end of it. He was now conflicted.
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