Santa's Little Helper

Chapter Three

The boat slow down as we flyer through the sea,Fred  made some hot chocolate with marshmallows on top which tasted amazing.

"So why a boat instead of the rain dears and stuff I asked Fred while sitting next to him across a wooden table with all shorts for f Christmas decorations.

"Oh we upgraded the from sly's and rain dears to boats and space ships" Fred explained.

"But why I " I asked taking a ship of my hot chocolate.

"We just did it's simple" he said nervously.

"Really come on what's the big deal?"

"I'm not suppose to tell" he said nervously.

"Why" I asked sternly.

"Look it's just not my place to say anything" he whispered.

"Look I'm family don't I have a right to know"I whisper back.

He shrugged before saying" Fine I'll tell you what I know.Santa's and my Santa I mean Chris parents loved to deliver gifts to children every year,but in one faithful year something went wrong I don't know what exactly there was something wrong with the sly the drove in."

"And "I asked nervously.

" And they died a tragic death no one knows how and your father had to save Christmas on his own." Fred said sadly.

"What he must have been heartbroken" I replied wipping a tear from my cheek.

"I don't know he never showed any emotion during that hard time" Fred said.

"But-"

"No Abby I believe I've said enough no more please" Fred begged.

"Fine I say standing up and making my way to my father.

"You really are grumpy for a Santa" I say with a small smile as my father's eyes net mine.

"I'm not grumpy, what were you and Fred talking about " he asked.

"You know a little bit of this and a little bit of that" I replied casually.

"Mhm I see" he says as I stand next to him.

"So how did you get the name Chris" I asked while staring at the sky.

"Well my parents were Christmas crazy so they my took my name out of the name Christmas get it Chris-tmas." he said playfully.

"I wouldn't have guessed so how are my grandparents doing" I asked in a gentle voice.

He scratched his head before replaying "Uhm they're not with us anymore, they died two years ago" he say as a wave of sadness hits his face.

I wanted to say sorry but knew it wouldn't be what he needed so I decided on a different approach.

My mom named me Abigail cause she thought I had a lot of ability and because she wanted a nickname out of it " I say as my father burst out launching.

"That's her alright" he said in between laughs.

We talked a little more till it stared getting chilly.

"We are close,why don't you go take a nap,I'll wake you up when we arrive" Chris suggested.

"B-best i- idea you had yet" I say as my teeth ratteld.

"Sleep well angel" he said as I made my way downstairs.

"I like the sound of that" I reply as I enter the small cabin where I giant bed awaited me.