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　　Everyone who just got off the big plane was in a hurry to get home．But there were not enough buses to take us all．Bags were all over the ground．Children kept getting lost．Babies were crying．Everyone was cold and hungry．Everyone felt crossed．

　　All at once I heard a friendly, quiet voice．“Don’t worry, madam,”the voice said．“We’re going to find your bags．Everything will work out all right．”I turned and saw a short, fat man with a round face．He wore a red sweater and high boots．

　　The little man stood by a pushcart．I saw sandwiches and hot drinks in it．“Here you are, madam,”said the man．“Drink this while I look around for your bags．”Then he moved on, handing out food and drinks from his cart．

　　He had kind words for everyone．“Merry Christmas to you, sir,”he said to one．“Let me help you find your bus．”he said to another．He sang bits of Christmas songs too．

　　At last I asked him who he was working for．“I’m not working for anyone,”he answered．“I take a holiday at this time every year．For two weeks, I help travellers．”