he chimney sweep and who likes to talk to himself while he works.
One day, his daughter said to him, “Dad , why do you always talk to yourself when you sweep the chimneys? Is it not lonely and dangerous up there?” He smiled and said, “My dear, I talk to myself because I have no one else to talk to. And I talk to the chimneys because they are my friends. They tell me stories of the people who live in the houses, of their joys and sorrows, of their hopes and fears. They also tell me secrets that no one else knows, like where they hide their money or what they do when no one is watching. And sometimes, they even sing to me, songs of freedom and happiness, songs that make me forget my troubles and pains.” He then hugged his niece and said, “But don’t worry, I am not alone. I have you and your mother, who are the only family I have left. And I have God, who watches over me and protects me from harm. And I have a dream, a dream that one day I will be free from this dirty and miserable work, and that I will see the green fields and the blue sky that I have only heard of in the chimneys.” He then kissed her forehead and said, “Now go and play with your friends, and let me finish my work. And remember, uncle loves you very much.” He then climbed up the ladder with his brush and his sack, humming a tune that he learned from the chimneys. what happened to Emily his daughter spoke to him sometimes but not very much because he was a shy man and older clean shaven man in his early seventies one day Santa came to see him and his granddaughter.