Long ago, back in the 1800’s there was a little boy. Now, he was not any regular baby. He was very small, maybe 9 inches, and very petite. His birth parents, Susan and Frank Oswald, did not care for him much. They thought he was hideous, worthless, a default. Mr. and Mrs. Oswald were embarrassed to have such a thing like him. In fact, they were ashamed of it. Only days went by and they did not know what to do with their “creation”. The poor child did not even have a name. The two finally came to a solution to get rid of it. It was a cold, winter night, 2am in the morning. The Oswald’s went out to drop the baby off at an orphanage. Wind was knocking trees down, there was nothing but white in the distance. As they arrived at the destination, Susan scurried through the snow, up to the entrance of the orphanage, as Frank stayed in the car. Susan dropped the baby in front of the door, rang the bell, and quickly ran back to the car. Frank drove off in an instant. The baby was of course crying and freezing. The hosts of the orphanage, Shirley Claus and Santa Claus quickly awoke and ran down the stairs. To their surprise was a blonde, little boy sitting on their front step. They happened to think he was quite adorable. They took him in and put …show more content…
As age increased, Tim had a hard time improving his toys. Yet along making them. The fires came back and Mr. Claus was no longer alive to assist him. He figured that since he couldn’t make toys for the sweet children, the least he could do is get all the orphans a home. The orphanage was still in business and he was now in charge. Tim no longer had the time or the motivation to continue on his talent, although it was hard, considering his height was now 1 foot 5 inches. He managed to keep it in order because not only did the children respect him but his average size wife Ella was a great set of hands. At the age of 101 Brian had died of a snow storm that literally swept him off his