A/N: Hello, everyone! I know it's early, but I would like to wish you all a merry Christmas! Or, if you don't celebrate Christmas, happy whatever it is you do celebrate in December. Sit back, relax, and enjoy

Chapter 85: Thomas and Percy's Christmas Adventure

Nestled in the heart of Sodor was a little village, deep in the mountains. Thomas coming here. The people are always very friendly, especially around Christmas. Thomas especially loved bringing them letters from their relatives far away.

One day, shortly before Christmas, Thomas and Percy were waiting at the mail were discussing Holiday cards they had received.

"I got a letter a few weeks ago from my cousin in America," Percy said, "Wishing me a happy Thanksgiving. I don't celebrate Thanksgiving! Does he think that Thanksgiving is something everybody celebrates, regardless of where they live?"

"I don't know, Percy," Thomas replied, "Maybe he just wanted to make you feel included?"

"I think he wanted to rub in my face the fact that he gets to stuff his face with food and not get strange looks for it."

Just then the depot manager came up.

"I'm afraid you'll have to leave your train here, Thomas," he said, "Sir Topham Hatt needs you for something."

"Don't worry, Thomas," Said Percy, "I can take the train for you. There's not too many cars, so my engine can handle them all easily.

Thomas was reluctant, but agreed.

Percy enjoyed his run. The air was cold, but the engine's fire kept him nice and warm. But danger lay ahead. Percy could see a fogman near the tracks holding a red lamp. Knowing something was wrong, Percy immediately applied the brakes.

"The mountain village is snowed in," the fogman said, "And the villagers are trapped. Please leave your train and go fetch Harold."

"Yes, sir," said Percy, and he immediately reversed to Dryaw airfield.

"Already on the way, old chap," Harold said before Percy could say a word, "Dispatch just explained the situation. Happy to be of service."

And he flew off, leaving Percy behind in the dust. Just then, Thomas drove past, with Terence's tractor on a wellwagon and the man himself in the cab with Thomas.

"Come on, Percy," Thomas called, "There's still a lot to do, and we need your help."

And Percy followed them to the village. The villagers were trying to pick away at the snow and clear the line and roads, but it did no good. They were all pleased to see Thomas, Percy, and Terence come to the rescue, as they pushed aside the snow with ease with their snowploughs and engines/tractors. Harold dropped hot food and drinks for the villagers, keeping them warm. At last, the snow was cleared and the villagers could leave the town.

"Three cheers for our saviors!" Cried the villagers.

"Hip Hip, Hooray!

"Hip Hip, Hooray!"

"Hip Hip, Hooray!"

The three men just smiled happily.

A few nights later, it was the night before Christmas. And all through the engine driver's house. Not a creature was stirring. Except for Toby, who was driving his engine out to the village. The villagers had something special planned to thank Thomas and Percy for helping them. They piled themselves and several boxes into the tram coach, and Toby set off silently into the night.

The next morning, Thomas and Percy woke up to find the whole house decorated from top to bottom in lights, decorations, and streamers. A small pile of presents sat underneath the tree. And attached to the front door was a letter.

Dear Thomas and Percy,

Thank you for your assistance last week. Without your help we may have never gotten out. Hope you like our little Christmas surprise.

Your friends,

The Mountain Villagers.

Thomas and Percy smiled. They both agreed that this was the best Christmas yet.

A/N: Well, that was fun. When I next see you guys, it'll be 2018, so I hope you enjoy your Holidays. It's hard to believe that next year will mark two years of this story. We're getting close to the hundredth chapter, and I have something special planned for that. But I shan't say any more, or I shall spoil the surprise.