Billy Troll’s Christmas Concert

“Hey Billy!” exclaimed Dianne Troll on the telephone. “Hurry up! The limo will be picking you up soon!”

“Look Dianne,” said Billy. “I’m not quite ready to go yet.”

“Billy, come on,” Dianne tried to coax him. “This is your big concert, your big Christmas Eve concert. What are you doing anyway?”

“I’m just finishing up the lyrics to a new song I am writing,” said Billy.

“Well,” said Dianne. “What about the limo? It’s going to be there in about five minutes!”

“Why don’t you go in the limo?” asked Billy. “I can walk to the auditorium from here. It’s just around the block.”

“Alright,” said Dianne. “I’ll go in the limo. Billy, good luck tonight.”

“Thanks Dianne,” said Billy. “I’ll probably need it.”

Once Billy hung the phone up, he went back to work on his new song. He still had an hour until the concert began and he was hoping that he could sing his new song at the concert.

“It’s Christmas Eve in the country,” Billy sang. “The lights are lit on the tree. The stockings are by the fireplace and there’s joy on the children’s faces. Oh, it’s Christmas Eve and the angels are singing. I can hear the sweet sound of the church bell ringing. If only I had you with me, here, then I’d really be able to cheer!”

A few minutes later, Billy was finished his song. He put his guitar in the case and went upstairs and quickly changed.

It was a beautiful winter evening to go for a stroll. The air was crisp and clean. Snow fell lightly to the ground. Every house was lit up brightly with its Christmas decorations.

Billy walked around the corner and headed toward the back door of the auditorium.

“Mommy!” Billy heard someone cry.

Turning around, Billy saw a little girl standing on the sidewalk. Tears poured down her cheeks.

“What’s the matter?” Billy asked.

“I can’t find my Mommy!” the girl cried even louder.

“Alright,” said Billy as he put his arm on the little girl’s shoulder. “When was the last time that you saw her?”

“We were going to Billy Troll’s concert,” cried the little girl. “She was right beside me until someone came along and pushed me out of the way. After that, Mommy was gone.”

“Well,” said Billy. “Let’s go to the concert together. I’m sure your Mom will be there somewhere, looking for you.”

“Do you think so, mister?” the little girl asked, looking a little more cheerful.

“Yes,” said Billy. “I think so. Now, why don’t you tell me your name?”

“It’s Shelly,” said the girl. “Do you like Billy Troll’s music?”

Billy laughed when he realized that Shelly had no idea who he was.

“It’s alright,” said Billy.

“I like it,” said Shelly. “I like it a lot. Mommy likes it too!”

“I’ll tell you what,” said Billy. “Why don’t I take you to the concert with me? While we are there, we’ll look for your Mommy.”

“Alright,” said Shelly.

Billy took Shelly by the hand and together they walked into the auditorium.

“And here he is, ladies and gentlemen,” an announcer screamed into the mike. “The great Billy Troll!”

The auditorium was packed. The crowd were stamping their feet and clapping their hands.

“You’re Billy Troll?” smiled Shelly.

“Yes I am,” said Billy.

Billy picked Shelly up into his arms and carried her to the stage. Dianne Troll was standing in the wings. Billy winked at her as he took his place on stage.

“Good evening folks,” said Billy into the microphone. “MERRY CHRISTMAS!”

The crowd roared with pleasure.

“Before I start singing I would like you all to meet a very dear friend of mine,” said Billy. “Her name is Shelly. Shelly, can you say hi to everyone?”

Billy handed the microphone to Shelly.

“Hello,” Shelly said nervously.

“That’s a girl,” said Billy, taking the microphone from her. “I met Shelly outside of the auditorium. Apparently, Shelly and her mother were outside, waiting in line to get in. Someone pushed her out of the way and now she can’t find her mother.”

Billy could see a young woman running up toward the stage.

“Mommy!” exclaimed Shelly as she ran toward the woman.

“Thank you,” the woman said to Billy as she took Shelly into her arms.

“You’re more than welcome,” said Billy.

Shelly and her mother started to head for the stairway.

“Where are you going Shelly?” asked Billy. “I was hoping that you would help me sing my new song.”

“I’d love to!” exclaimed Shelly.

Billy and Shelly did a beautiful job in singing Billy’s new song.

“Wow!” exclaimed Dianne, once the show was over. “You sure made a hit with that little girl!”

“No way!” smiled Billy as he gave Dianne a kiss on the cheek. “I think I’ve made an even bigger hit with you!”


Moral of this Story:

  • Be kind and helpful to someone if they are lost.
  • Example: Billy Troll found Shelly, a little girl that was lost. He took her into the concert hall with him and helped her find her mother.

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