I was back on Jingle riding
in the field, heading to see the Christ Child. I looked in
my hand and there was the blue bottle. I looked at the sides
of the bottle to peer through the transparent glass, and frowned
to see it was still empty. I still had no gift!
"God, what am I to do?" I prayed.
"Journey Room,"
Mrs. Claus's voice and words came to my mind. I
repeated them aloud. What did it mean? I pondered and
pondered, as Jingle continued to walk. She gave a low nicker
that pulled me from my thoughts. "What is it,
Girl?" I patted her neck. Then something
ahead of us, caught my eyes. It was two children. One
was lying on the ground, the other was bending over the other.
Somehow, I knew they needed my help. I knew I would have to
free my hands, so I put the bottle in one of the saddle bags,
Jingle wore on her saddle. I came up to the children and
dismounted.
"What is wrong?" I
asked kneeling on the ground beside the children.
"It's my little
sister," the young boy about my age answered.
"She's very sick. I can't carry her anymore."
I looked down at the little
girl. She was about four years old. I felt her
forehead. She was very hot. She had to be running a
fever. I looked at Jingle. She still wore the collar.
It told her how to get to the North Pole. I didn't know
where else to find help, for otherwise, I was lost.
"Come on, I can take her on my horse to get some help.
Can you ride?"
"Yes," the boy
answered, nodding his head.
"Okay, you mount, and
I'm going to put her in the saddle in front of you, then I'll sit
behind you." We carried out my plan, and soon we were
flying in the air. I looked down at the fields with sadness
in my heart. I had glanced at my watch, and it was nearly
6:00 am. I was going to miss seeing the Christ Child on the
First Christmas, but I had to help this
little girl. I feared she may would die, if she didn't
get help soon. To my surprise, Jingle didn't lead us to the
North Pole, she led us to a hospital. I was amazed to see
people coming to greet us, as we landed.
"Santa sent us a message
that she was coming," one of the paramedics explained, taking
the little girl from Jingle. "He gave us all the
information we need for both of these children. Seven, you
saved this little girl's life. We know exactly what's
making her sick, and it's easily curable, but had she not gotten
treated, she would have died. Your parents should be proud
of you. It's time for you to go home, though. It's
nearly 6:30 am. Santa told us your parents will be waking up
in ten minutes and will be worried to find you gone."
