It was early 1900s in London, England and in a small house at the edge of town, lived small boy named Isaac. Isaac was a sad child with not a friend to his name and most children were strolling the town with their families and even eager to open the gifts that are wrapped up and placed under the decorated Christmas tree the next morning. Little Isaac spent this holyest of nights alone, in his cold dusty attic room. Isaacs parents were very poor, but his mother was a strict, cold woman who stayed at home and schooled Isaac. His father would work long hours down at the harbor to support his family. A large portion of his errands consists of consuming ungodly amounts of alcohol at the end of his shift. Sometimes he would come home drunk after
Being thrown out of every bar in London and shout at his beloved wife. Other times he will escalate the violence and he would beat her savagely as so it happens this particular night is one of those occasions. Isaac just sat in his room quietly quivering beneath his soiled bed sheet until the arguing subsided. then pour fluttered Isaac was finally able to sleep and dreamed what it would be like to have a friend to play with. So maybe he could laugh and be happy like normal little children. Luckily for Isaac
this Christmas eve there is an epic change. His abysmal loneliness was noticed by a guardian angel. Who then crafted a very special gift for the sad lonely boy
