Santa and the elves were packing the Christmas toys into Santa’s great sack in preparation for his annual world flight to deliver gifts to each GOOD little girl and boy.
The very first gift placed into the huge golden bag was a train engine that tooted and clanged and puffed real looking smoke that was going to make some little boy or even little girl very happy this year.
“Thomas” was very happy and indeed honored to be the very first gift placed into Santa’s sack and as Thomas smiled and puffed-up his proud steam engine chest, a basketball bounced and clunked him right on his smokestack head!
“OUCH!” yelled Thomas…”that hurt!”
But before the basketball, an Official Size and Weight NBA Genuine leather ball could respond, a play kitchen stove came tumbling in on top of them!
“OOOmmmph!” exclaimed the ball and Tommy yelled “Hey…please watch where you are landing….that hurt!”
Tommy asked the basketball “Didn’t that hurt you when that kitchen stove landed on you?”
“Naw…” said the ball…”I get thrown around and bounced on the floor…all the time.”
“Wow!” said the train engine. “I’ve got a headache already and here comes another whole bunch of toys being thrown into the sack right on top of us!”
Well, Santa and the elves filled up the golden sack with thousands of toys…millions probably and by the time the last toy was put on top of the sack, Tommy could hardly chug and definately couldn’t move a wheel. The basketball was dented in slightly but was…well…having a ball!
Then the entire sack was lifted up and soon Tommy had the distinct feeling of flying….then landing…then flying again…then landing again and this went on for hours. But, at least the load of toys pushing down on Tommy was getting lighter and lighter.
Finally, after what seemed like days, but was really only hours, only the basketball and Tommy were left in the sack.
“I’ll see ya Tommy, I get off here. Billy Smith’s house I think, so Goodbye and have a Merry Christmas!”
Well, Tommy was sorry to see the basketball go but now Tommy could breathe normally and move his wheels all that he wanted.
Then Tommy felt a familiar white gloved hand reach down and grab him by his boiler.
“Ho…Ho…Ho…let’s go Tommy…this is your stop and my LAST one!”
Tommy did get a quick glimpse of Santa and all of the reindeer and the rooftop and then it was down the chimney and into the living room of Jimmy Williams, a seven year old boy who was still fast asleep in his bed even though it was nearing sunrise.
“Merry Christmas Tommy” Santa said as he swooped back UP the chimney.
Tommy was looking at the beautiful Christmas tree when all of a sudden “WOW!! MOMMY…DADDY….LOOK!!! Santa brought me Thomas The Tank Engine…the most wonderful toy in the whole world!”
“Yeah…a wonderful toy…”thought Tommy smiling but remembering all of those toys crushing him in Santa’s Golden Sack all Christmas Eve…”…and the very LAST one too!!!”