Santa and the elves were packing the Christmas toys into Santa’s great sack in preparation for his annual world flight to deliver gifts of joy to each GOOD little girl and boy.
The very first gift placed into the huge golden bag was a train engine that tooted, clanged, and puffed almost real smoke and that would make some little boy or even little girl very happy this year. Thomas was very happy, and honored to be the very first gift placed into Santa’s golden sack, and as he smiled and swelled 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! “OOOoph” said the ball and Tommy yelled, “HEY…watch where you’re landing…that hurt!” Tommy asked the basketball “Didn’t that hurt you when that kitchen stove landed on you?”
“Naw!” said the basketball”…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 new 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 maybe and by the time the last toy was put on top of the sack, Tommy could hardly breathe and couldn’t move a wheel. The basketball was dented in slightly but was…well…having a ball!
Then the whole golden sack was lifted up and then 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 only hours…just 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 breath easily and move his wheels all 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 got a quick glimpse of Santa and all the reindeer and the rooftop and then it was down the chimney and into the living room of Jimmy Williams a nine year old boy who was still fast asleep in his bed even though it was nearly sunrise.
“Merry Christmas Tommy” Santa said as he swooped back up the chimney.
Tommy was looking up at the beautiful Christmas tree when all of a sudden “Wow! Mommy Daddy…LOOK!!! Santa brought me Thomas the tank engine….the most wonderful present in all the world!”
“Yeah…said Tommy smiling but remembering all those toys crushing him in Santa’s Golden Sack all Christmas Eve “…and the very LAST one too!!!”