Present for Santa

Over the cities and villages little white cloud-balls were drifting up to the heavens, unseen for the human eye.
It will be Boxing Day tomorrow, Santa's Day, so today kids sent up their wishes in night prayers: what they wanted to get as presents from Santa.
In the heavens from the clouds where little Angels lived the like white balls also drifted up. These Angels are also kids so far, and they also like to receive presents.
The cloud of Santa was higher in the heavens, and all those white ball-wishes were heading to him.
Santa was just preparing for his night trip to kids. And those balls helped him much: he liked to make kids happy presenting them what they wanted.
But here he got a little ball, as white as others, but it was empty: it did not contain any wish.
Santa took it in his hands and his heart felt warm. The ball was warm, but empty.
That was the ball from a little Angel living a bit lower on his cloud.
“Perhaps he cannot think what he would like to receive as his present”, thought Santa. But the ball was so warm and pleasant that he put it in the inner pocket near his heart.
“No problem," he thought. "He still has time. He will think of something. And so far I'll go to the earth to human children”.
But the little Angel was sitting on his cloud thoughtful and serious. That ball went to Santa, because he was thinking of him. But he had no wishes.
He thought that tonight Santa would bring presents to everyone: to the children on the earth and to them, Angels, but no one ever gave any present to himself. But it was unfair.
So he tried to think what he himself could do for Santa.
“What if I present him mittens?" he guessed. "He goes to the earth, and it's winter there. He may be cold in his hands”.
But what would he make them from? He wanted them to be nice and warm.
The little Angel was thoughtfully touching the ends of his wings. And finally a happy thought struck him. What if he pulled out fluff from his wings? It would be warm and of beautiful white colour.
He opened his wings wide and scrutinized them. Yes, there would be enough fluff – all Angels had very beautiful fluffy wings.
So he started to work. In some time there was a big pile of fluff before him on the cloud. And he began to knit that fluff into nice warm mittens.
There was just enough work till the morning.
In the morning as always that day all little Angels gathered near Santa’s cloud. During the night he had delivered presents to the children on the earth, so now it was their turn.
Santa smiled and happily and mysteriously, as an illusionist from his sack, got presents for the Angels from the pockets of his cloud. He liked observing their faces illuminated with happiness when they received their desired presents.
But when the little Angel's turn came Santa remembered that he had received only an empty ball from him, which however was warming him all the night on the earth near his heart.
“I can’t leave you without a present”, thought Santa uneasily.
But the Angel came up to him smiling happily and stretched to him something beautiful and fluffy.
"What’s that?," Santa was surprised.
"It’s a present for You. To warm You when You are on the earth."
Santa took the present, and all saw that it was a pair of wonderful white fluffy mittens, just of the Saint’s size.
"They are wonderful," said Santa and put them on at once. They felt so warm and pleasant.
"And what would you like as your present?" He asked the little one.
"I don’t know," confessed the Angel. "I have everything."
But Santa got his fluffy ball from the pocket and put it on the palm.
"Let’s see what will be the best present for you."
The ball started growing, and Santa had already to hold it with both hands. But it kept growing and growing, and then it split into two, and now all saw that it turned into a pair of real beautiful white wings. The true wings of adult Angels.
Little Angels were looking at those wonderful wings mesmerised. (Such wings were the biggest dream of everyone of them).
Santa took off little wings from the little Angel (they were not so fluffy now for some reason) and tried those new ones on him. And they fit him wonderfully.
"You’ve grown up, my dear. Your heart has grown up. Receive the present from Santa  too."