[In the following review, the critic offers a mixed assessment of The Untold Adventures of Santa Claus.]

Last year's Christmas gimmick in America seems nowadays to become this year's over here, and Mr. Nash's little festive offering [The Untold Adventures of Santa Claus] will no doubt provide a splendid alternative to the Christmas card—for the wealthier men of goodwill. “People think”, says Mr. Nash, that Santa Claus has “nothing to do but chuckle and smile and chirp to the reindeer once in a while.” They are wrong. Not only, according to a gnome or elf who called on Mr. Nash, did the old boy manoeuvre Washington's victory in 1776—appreciation rendered for that “sharp and shiny handy hatchet”—but he has to sort out an ailing reindeer and narrowly escape arrest as an imposter when standing in for one of his umpteen impersonators on a street corner. As may be seen, not all the transatlantic customs make riotous sense here, nor does Mr. Nash produce many of the cunning non-rhymes which have endeared him to all the squares. This is a tawdry bit of tinsel, eked out with jolly Ionicus drawings to reassure those who resent the whole commercial image of the season that any sort of cheer is better than the bare fir-tree, and that some semblance of sophistication can safely be offered to children of all ages.