Christmas Building 2024 – Apartment 16 – Lovable Viking
The villagers of Tara gathered at the dock, their faces filled with joy and anticipation. They had been waiting for what felt like an eternity for the return of their beloved Lovable Viking. As the ship sailed into view, the crowd erupted into cheers, their voices carrying across the water. Lovable Viking stepped down off the ship, his weary face breaking into a wide smile as he was enveloped in a sea of hugs and well-wishes.
Lovable Viking’s eyes scanned the crowd, searching for the one person he had missed the most – his loving wife, Vivian. When their eyes met, he rushed to her side, sweeping her into a tight embrace.
“Oh Vivian,” he cried, his voice filled with emotion. “You have no idea how much I have missed you.”
Vivian’s eyes sparkled with tears as she hugged him tightly. But as they hugged, Vivian’s eyes fell on Lovable Viking’s hand, wrapped in dirty rags.
“What happened to your hand?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.
Lovable Viking winced, his face twisting in pain.
“I sliced it while cleaning the boiler on the ship,” he said, his voice gruff.
Vivian’s face fell, her eyes flashing with worry.
“It’s going to become infected the way you have it wrapped,” she scolded, already dragging him towards the hospital. “We’re going to get you fixed up right now.”
At the hospital, Lovable Viking sat in the waiting room, his hand throbbing with pain. He winced every time he moved it, his face twisted in a grimace. But then, a tiny voice broke into his reverie.
“Mister,” a little girl said, tugging on his sleeve. “We have the same injury.”
Lovable Viking looked down, his eyes meeting the big brown eyes of the little girl. She was a tiny thing, with a mop of curly brown hair and a smile that could light up a room.
Lovable Viking’s heart melted as he looked at the little girl.
“We certainly do,” he said, trying to sound cheerful despite the pain.
The little girl looked up at him with wide eyes.
“I got my injury while helping Mommy in the kitchen,” she said.
“I was fixing the boiler on my ship when I got my injury,” he said, his voice filled with amusement.
The little girl’s eyes widened even further.
“Are you a pirate?” she asked, her voice filled with excitement.
Lovable Viking laughed, his deep voice rumbling through the waiting room.
“I am a Viking,” he said, his chest puffing out with pride. “But not a mean one. I am a Lovable Viking.”
The little girl giggled, her eyes sparkling with mirth.
“You’d better have been a good boy,” she said, playfully scolding him. “Santa Claus won’t bring you any gifts.”
Lovable Viking chuckled, his heart warming to the little girl’s spirit. But then, she said something that broke his heart.
“Mommy says I won’t be getting much for Christmas, and I’ve even been a good girl. We just don’t have any money.”
“Where do you live?” asked Lovable Viking, knowing he had to do something to make her Christmas brighter.
“We live in the big green house by the church,” said the little girl.
As soon as he finished getting his hand wrapped and cleaned properly, he went to the toy store and purchased the biggest doll he could find. He sent it to the little girl’s house, writing “From Santa” on the tag.
Later that day, Lovable Viking received an email inviting him to the Christmas Building. He had no idea why he was chosen, but he was excited to find out. A horse and buggy arrived to pick him up, and soon he was standing outside the main entrance of the Christmas Building, talking to Lost Christmas Tree.
“We hope you enjoy your stay with us,” said Lost Christmas Tree, his voice filled with warmth. “There’s lots of food, music, and dancing.”
Lovable Viking’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he danced a little jig, his feet tapping out the rhythm on the stone floor. However, he remembered that he didn’t even know why he was here.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude. “I’m sure it will be fun. But I don’t even know why I was chosen. I haven’t done anything that would make me worthy of such an invitation.”
Lost Christmas Tree smiled, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
“You went out of your way this afternoon to make a child’s Christmas dream come true,” he said. “You have a kind heart and spirit. This isn’t the first incident where you have shown kindness. There are plenty of others.”
Lovable Viking’s face flushed with embarrassment as he looked down at his feet.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Lost Christmas Tree chuckled.
“You’re a humble one, aren’t you?” Lost Christmas Tree said. “Well, we’re glad to have you here. Let’s celebrate your kindness with some music and dancing!”
Lovable Viking’s face lit up with a smile as he danced a jig with Lost Christmas Tree. The music was lively, and the atmosphere was joyful. Lovable Viking felt like a kid again, twirling around the dance floor with abandon. As the night wore on, he was presented with an award for his kindness. He was surprised and thrilled, his heart swelling with gratitude.
Lovable Viking’s heart was full of joy and gratitude. He knew that this was a Christmas he would never forget, a Christmas filled with kindness, love, and joy. And as he walked off the stage, his award clutched tightly in his hand, he knew that he would always treasure this special night, this night that celebrated the true spirit of Christmas.
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