Day 19 Christmas Log Blog: “Hero” – Christmas Story

As every child starts to go to bed on Christmas Eve excited that I would arrive in the middle of the night delivering their Christmas presents and fill up their stockings. Yet there’s always one child who can’t not sleep; too afraid to sleep or more to the point keeps wishing one person would come home, yet I have a surprise for him and he will get a chance to see me and talk to me.

By the time I got to Tiny Tim’s house I parked my sleigh outside his house; Tiny Tim blinked a few times to see what he was seeing, I waved and beckoned him to come over. So Tiny Tim quickly put his dressing gown and his wellingtons on over his pjs. He opened the front door and closed it quietly so he couldn’t wake up his mother or any of his siblings up.

Once he got close to Santa and his sleigh he couldn’t believe what he was seeing in front of him. “You ready to go Timmy?” Asked Santa. “To where?” Replied Tiny Tim “why rescuing your father of course. You are a hero are you not?” Answered Santa looking rather puzzled as he looked at Tiny Tim’s face expression of great sadness. Santa casted something over them which made Tiny Tim look up; as he could hear his father’s echoing the words “There’s always a hero inside you if you look inside your heart; you don’t have to be afraid anymore or what you are, there’s always an answer. That’s if you reach into your soul and the sorrow that you know will melt away…”

He could see his father in a locked up campsite battered and bruised but he recognised the markings on his army uniform but one distinctly stood out to him. It was Tiny Tim’s mark that he had made before his dad went away again on tour. Tiny Tim knew what he had to do; however he felt something brush his hand in his pocket, it was his father’s trademark that only him and his father knew about no one else. It then gave him the courage to do this mission that no one else would do; all of the sudden he could feel someone’s hand on his shoulder, he turned round and he saw his father’s commander towering over him.

“Ready son” he asked. Tiny Tim nodded. “Lead the way Master Tim. We follow you and Mr Claus.” He answered without a batter of an eye lid of looking at Santa; which made Tiny Tim smirk because he was taking orders from Santa Claus and a 8 year old kid, and Santa is real as he’s standing right in front of him.

It was a long road up in the sky when Tiny Tim use to face the world alone; when he he had no one to reach out a hand for him to hold when he was told that his father was captured because it didn’t seem right, yet he found love when he searched within himself and the emptiness that he had felt had disappeared. Tiny Time knew it was time for him to rescue his father and hold his hand out of the captured jail.

The more closer they got to the campsite and the building they all dropped lower; well except Santa and Tiny Tim as they were in the search of Tiny Tim’s father, and become a distraction for the British Army to attack. The badge of Tiny Tims father’s trademark had started to glow inside his hands; like it was telling them where to go but he could hear more of his father’s voice, calling to him and taking them in the right direction.

Lord knows that dreams are hard to follow Timmy but don’t let anyone tear them away or put you down. Hold on tightly on the side of the sleigh now Timmy; your almost there, but in time you’ll find away around your blocked off walls like no tomorrow…

The sleigh stopped outside the tower. Timmy jumped onto the wall path as Santa stayed close to him but on the sleigh; Timmy heard the voice of his father loud and clear even with the trademark, telling him what he’s saying to him. A true hero comes along with the strength to carry on; which meant you have now casted your fears aside and you know how to survive, when you feel like the hope is gone. You can look inside yourself and be strong. That’s when you finally see the truth that a true hero lies in you.

Tiny Tim turned round and he could see a man sitting up against the wall in the shadows; he started to walk slowly over to the jail metal door, the trademark was shining brightly and it was his father. “Dad” whispered Timmy. His father looked up he saw Timmy standing there in front of him with the moon light shining on him. He got up and ran too him; “what you doing here? How did you?” He looked down and saw the trademark that he made for Timmy; he looked back up, he could see one of the guards coming up behind Timmy but Timmy didn’t know until his father told him to duck and the guard fell backwards back down the stairs where he came. Timmy only heard the explosion of a gun.

Santa on the other hand was a sleep not looking until he had heard the gun shot that had woken him up; he quickly got out as fast as he could he got his Santa bag, rummaged inside to look for something, once he had found it he gave it to Timmy for some reason Timmy didn’t really take much notice of the glow he said something no one knew what he had said.

Timmy’s father had quickly grabbed his son round the waist as he could tell that more German soldiers were going to come any second as they would of heard the two loud bangs at the tower they were at. All three clambered into the sleigh and disappeared. It wasn’t long before they got back to Shamley Green in Surrey; loads of people were out looking for Timmy that morning as Timmy would of expected, luckily Timmy’s dad knew the secret way to get back into the house without being seen by anyone else but knew that Timmy’s mother would give him a hard time to begin with.

However it back fired when they were spotted by Timmy’s mother in the kitchen looking out of the window as they came through the back gate. She shrieked as they both thought she would do to begin with; they both stood by each other as the same routine when they both normally get into trouble when they are together, they both said together.

First the shriek

Second the running out of the back door,

Thirdly get whacked around the head to see if we are both alive

Fourth a hug

Fifth a kiss

And last but not least sixth group hug of us three with kisses.

That fact the first two had happened Timmy’s mother went straight for number 6 which stunned both at the same time. They started to wonder what the triplets put in her porridge that morning because it wasn’t her. However they were happily ever after.

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