One night, while his parents and sisters slept soundly asleep, George crept out of the house. He was determined to find the toy maker and ask him why he had forgotten the children. That is if he could find him. He didn’t even know where to look. The snow had piled up through the night that when he walked through it almost reached his knees. He was wearing his best boots, his coat and his warmest pajamas and he was still cold. He walked a few miles to the east then a few miles to the north. Nothing looked familiar as everything was covered in snow. It wasn’t long when a winter storm arrived. He was now lost and could barely see what was in front of his nose. This was a terrible mistake, he thought.
He arrived at a house he quickly recognized as the Lord’s home. He went up the stairs and knocked on the door. The Lord answers the door and let’s George in.
“What are you doing out so late,” rebukes the Lord.
“I got lost,” admitted George.
“That still doesn’t answer my question.”
“I-I was looking for the toy maker,” George was ashamed to say.
“The toy maker? What nonsense is this?”
George explains to him that the toy maker would leave them toys, but, it has been many years he hadn’t appeared and he had gone looking for him to ask why he hadn’t deliver them toys.
“Maybe you were mischievous this year,” the Lord grumbled. “Bad children shouldn’t get be rewarded.”
“Maybe I have been, but my sisters were good,” said George.
The Lord groaned and rolled his eyes. “Take off your coat and boots before you catch cold. Leave them to dry near the fireplace.”
George nodded and did as he was told. He stood near the fireplace trying to warm himself. He hadn’t never been inside the Lord’s home. It was quite impressive and opulent with its elegant furniture and many paintings that hung on the wall. The Lord returned with a tray of hot chocolate and cookies for the boy.
“Drink some of this hot chocolate,” said the Lord. “Do your parents know you’re wandering about?”
“No, sir,” said George as he sipped the chocolate and ate a cookie.
“Why is this toy make so important?” the Lord sat down.
“Because, he thought of us when we have so little to give back,” said George. “And me and my sisters enjoy the toys very much.”
“Do you really?”
“Yes, sir,” George paused. “Did the toy maker give you anything as a child?”
“Tsk,” snapped the Lord. “Toys were a waste of time, my father would say. I got books and maps instead.”
“Then you wouldn’t know where the toy maker lives?”
“Of course I wouldn’t. It’s best you stop searching for him. I doubt he wants you to find him.”
“Why is that, sir?”
“If he wanted you to find him he would have told you who he was, now wouldn’t he,” the Lord said. “Drink your chocolate. You will have to stay night here until the storm lits up.”
George obeyed. He was given a new pair of pajamas and a warm bed to sleep in. George heard the Lord go in to his room. He sighed. Maybe the toy maker didn’t exist. He yawned and let slumber take over him.