It was two days before Christmas. Many children were expected on the Island of Sodor. All the engines were busy with the final preparations. Sir Topham Hatt wanted this year's carol party to be an extra special celebration. Sir Topham Hatt was now waiting impatiently for Thomas.
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Sir Topham Hatt: Quickly, now. He said. Sir Topham Hatt: Our Christmas tree has arrived just in time. I want you to fetch it, Thomas. Duck can look after Annie and Clarabel until you get back. Thomas: Will we be able to sing carols, too? Asked Thomas. Sir Topham Hatt: We'll see. Promised Sir Topham Hatt. Thomas: It would be nice to sing carols again. Sighed Thomas as he set off on his important mission. Thomas collected the tree safely, but large snow drifts lay ahead.
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Thomas: I mustn't be late. He thought. Thomas: Sir Topham Hatt is relying on me. Whistling bravely Thomas tried to move, but he couldn't. There was worse to come. Thomas was snowed under!
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Meanwhile the other engines waited and waited. They were grumbling about Thomas for being late. Sir Topham Hatt: Silence! Said Sir Topham Hatt. Sir Topham Hatt: Thomas left the Works safely, but snow has brought the telephone lines down. We must assume he is stranded. The engines now felt sorry for Thomas, and, cold but confident, the twins set off to the rescue. Suddenly they came to a drift that was deeper than the rest.
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Thomas: Help! Donald: Hush! Said Donald. Donald: I can hear something! Douglas: Probably the wind. Said Douglas. Thomas: Help! Donald: No, listen. Insisted Donald. Thomas: Over here! Donald and Douglas: Och! It's Thomas. Come on, the poor wee engine must be frozen to the frames in there.
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When the workmen arrived, it took some time to decided how to dig away the heavy drifts of snow. Thomas' Driver and Fireman, who had taken shelter at a nearby cottage, joined the rescue. At last Thomas and the precious Christmas tree were freed from the snowdrift. Then they set off once more to finish their long journey. Sir Topham Hatt greeted them warmly. Sir Topham Hatt: As a reward for all your hard work you may go and enjoy the carols. Be quick now! At the Big Station all was soon ready. Sir Topham Hatt: One! Two! Three!
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Suddenly, like magic, the station was flooded with lights. Sir Topham Hatt: Ladies, and Gentlemen, and children! I give you three cheers for Thomas the Tank Engine and all his friends who have made this occasion possible! Then there was a familiar whirring sound. Percy and Toby smiled. They knew who it was. With landing lights shining brightly, Harold the Helicopter touched down gently in the snow. Bringing the greatest surprise of all, Santa Claus! Everyone cheered, and the party began. Thomas: It's no fun getting stuck in the snow. Whispered Thomas to Percy. Thomas: But it was worth it for this party. Happy Holidays, Percy! Happy Holidays, everyone!
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