5 – The Toy Maker

During the middle of the night, George heard the door to his room creak open. Was that a ghost? He thought in horror. Pretending to still be asleep, he carefully opened his eyes to see an old man setting down a toy at the end of the bed. When the old man shuffled out of the room, George pulled the covers off. Who was he?

He had to go and see. He slowly opened the door and surveyed both ends of the hall. He saw the old man turning the corner. George quietly followed him. The old man went down another corridor then another until he saw him go into a room where an oil lamp was lit.

George crept inside the room and was awed by the many toys that decorated the every space of the room including the walls and ceiling. It was the most toys he had ever seen in his life. What was this place? A sound from somewhere in the room brought his attention back to the old man who was hoovered on a desk. The old man hadn’t noticed the boy. George slowly approached him.

“Are you a toy maker?” George asked him.

The old man’s hand that held a small wooden hammer stopped in mid air. He slowly turned around to see the boy. He had large glasses that were too large for him with an affable, wrinkly face.

“Who may I say is asking?” the old man smiled at the boy.

“I’m-I’m George Sanders.”

“Nice to meet you, George. As for your question, you can say I make toys,” he eyed around the room.

“My father told me about a toy maker that use to deliver toys.”

“Is that so?” the old mans eyes twinkle.

George was all too excited to tell him the stories his father had told him, whether the old man believed him or not was another matter. George began to wonder if he was the toy maker, but he was too afraid to ask him. After a nice long talk with the old man, he said goodnight and went back to bed. He hoped to speak to him more some other time.

The next morning, George wondered if it was a dream. He dashed out of bed and hurried to the room he had encountered the old man, but when he got there the room was empty. All there was a desk and an a green oil lamp. George began to doubt his memories. When he asked the Lord about the old toy maker, the Lord snorted at him.

“No one lives here, but me,” the Lord said. “You must have mistaken what you saw.”

“I didn’t,” refuted George. “I did see him. In that room, where he kept all the toys he made. There was desk and this green oil lamp.”

“Green oil lamp!” The Lord was surprised to hear.

But, George couldn’t believe it, didn’t want it to be true. He knew what he saw.

4 – The Toy Maker

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.