Mommy sighed. "Suzi, nobody covered anything. This house has no chimney."

"It doesn't?"

"Duh," Buddy said. I didn't even see him come into the room.

"Duh to you!" Taylor yelled back.

"Buddy," Mommy said warningly, "you leave your sister alo — "

"But what about Santa?" I asked.

"What about him?" Mommy asked.

"Where will he come in?"

Mommy didn't say anything. She looked at the wall. Then she looked around the living room. "Well . . ."

Taylor started biting his fingernails.

"Through the hole in the bathroom floor," Buddy said.

"Eeeewww!" Lindsey started laughing. She was in the hallway, behind Cruddy Buddy.

'The window," Mommy said. "We'll leave the window open."

I looked out the living room window. "You

mean, the reindeer will land on the lawn?"

Buddy started laughing really loud.

"Buddy, will you please go play somewhere else?" Mommy asked.

My brother doesn't believe in Santa Claus. But Santa still brings him presents. That is so unfair.

"Hey, wait up!" Taylor called out. He ran after Buddy.

I can't believe Taylor likes my brother so much, when Buddy is so mean.

"They can eat some grass," I said to Mommy.

"Huh?" she asked.

"The reindeer. While they're waiting."

Mommy smiled and gave me a kiss. Then she went into the kitchen.

I looked at the window. I could put milk and cookies on the sill. Santa would see them there.

But then I thought of something else.

"Mommy!"

Mommy came back in again. She had a tape measure in her hand. "What is it, sweetie?"

"Did you tell Santa we moved?"

"Tell him? Uh, I suppose he has a list or something ..."

"What if he looks for us in our old house?"