Sir Topham Hatt's Christmas

Sir Topham Hatt sat in his office, playing with his pen. It was a boring day and the snow was coming down quickly. He stopped messing with the black pen after some ink got on his white shirt and looked at the calender.

"Christmas is in a week." he told himself "I must get my wife a nice gift." Then another thought hit the old man. "Maybe I should throw a party..."

Later that day he got in his car and drove to a store. Sir Topham Hatt parked it and waddled in.

"What would she like...?" he asked himself. He walked over to the CD section. "Perhaps, Fleetwood Mac's Greatest Hits?" Topham asked himself. Then he saw some books. "Maybe, Animal Farm by George Orwell?" he pondered. Then he saw the gift. "Flowers." he smiled to himself.

After the flowers were picked up, he drove back to the station and called up everyone he knew and invited them to the party. Sir Topham Hatt quickly went to the station hall and started setting up.

"Sir!" a voice called from the platform. Topham stopped blowing up a balloon and slid ouside.

"The pudding and chocolate is ready to be picked up." a workman told him. Sir Topham Hatt smiled. "Great! Send Percy to pick them up." But the workman frowned. "What?"

"You see," the man explained "the food is in vans at Edward's station. And all the crew people have gone home..." Topham rolled his eyes. "Then I'll take Percy."

He walked into Percy's cab and started him up. They got to the station in no time, but getting home was half the fun. Percy kept hitting bumps and wobbling.

"What is WRONG with you Percy!" Sir Topham Hatt shouted. Percy gasped. "The stupid vans are too...heavy." he gasped. Topham stomped his foot. "HURRY UP!" he screamed.

When they got back, it was evening. Topham unloaded the chocolate and pudding. But when he walked into the hall, he was in for a little surprise...all of the guest's had arrived.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. The group looked at him. "Well," Miss Jenny started, "You did invite us to come." Topham frowned. "Not until later!"

He set the food down. "Well, this is nice." he said to himself. Sir Topham Hatt was just about to take a drink of punch when he heard a loud, "WHAT THE!"

He jumped off his seat immediately. "What's wrong!" Topham asked in shock. Tom Tipper walked away from the food table. "Look at your pudding and chocolate!" he exclaimed.

Sir Topham Hatt walked over and looked at the box that was now opened. "AARGH!" he screamed "Percy did this!" And the food was smashed and 'uneatable.'

The guest's looked at him. "Well, I'm leaving." Cyril said. And the other guest's agreed as they headed for the door. But Sir Topham Hatt jumped in front of them.

"You can't leave! The food...it's great!" he said as he took a bite of chocolate donut. But his hands were shaking. As he attempted to put it back in his hand, he lost control of the donut and it was hurled into the air.

"Oh dear." Sir Topham Hatt muttered.

And the donut landed right on The Refreshment Lady's shirt. "Ah!" she shouted "What have you done!" Sir Topham Hatt started walking backwards. "I...didn't...mean...to..." he stuttered. Then another donut flew in the air. It landed on Jem Cole. Everyone stopped.

"FOOD FIGHT!" Lord Callan shouted.

And with that, chocolate, donuts and pudding started flying through the air. Sir Topham Hatt walked over to his wife who was standing on the other side of the room. He took off his hat and took out the flowers he was going to give to her.

"Merry Christmas dear." he said as he gave them to her. She took them and smiled. But as he attempted to say something, he felt pudding hit his bald head and Lady Hatt laugh wildly.

"And merry Christmas to you."