Jase, a young boy, had a big dream of becoming a proud firefighter in this retro story. Little Jase had no idea he’d have to save his sisters in his toy fire truck as he drove it around the house one Christmas night. Jase was writing letters to Santa in his small American home, which housed several members of his family, weeks before Christmas… “Santa Claus, It’s Jase! Remember how I asked for superpowers last Christmas? Daddy got me a Superman costume, but it didn’t feel special.
How about you grant my wish this year? Then I can be a true superhero and save lives. I can be a firefighter, you know! “After finishing the letter, Jase tucked it under his pillow and fell asleep. When he ran down the stairs a few days later, he saw a huge Christmas tree in the living room and a pile of parcels underneath it. It was finally Christmas, and Jase had come to a halt in front of the tree, looking for his Christmas present.
This one’s for Mom… This one’s for Dad… Where’s mine? The excited little man rummaged through the pile of presents for a good ten minutes before finding his.”Yay! Gotcha!” he exclaimed as he began unwrapping it. Jase couldn’t contain his excitement when he saw it was a firetruck. “A fire truck? Yay!” he exclaimed, drawing his father, who was outside clearing snow, and his mother, who was in the kitchen, into the living room. “Mom, Dad, Santa gave me superpowers!
Don’t tell anyone, but I wrote letters to him, and I asked him… and I… Mom, Dad, I’ll become a firefighter! Yes, I will become a firefighter when I grow up!” Jase had learned in school that firefighters were true heroes who saved lives. As a result, the little boy wished to be a firefighter, and all of his favorite toys were also firefighters! “Did you like the gift, sweet boy?” his mother inquired.
“I adore it, Mom!” exclaimed Jase. “I absolutely adore it!” “Well, that’s great!” his father added. “But champ, you woke your little sisters up, and you’re going to have to help me calm them down!” That Christmas, Jake was so excited about his toy truck that he spent the entire day driving it. He also took his younger sisters for a ride in it, which they enjoyed. “I guess all that money saved was really worth it,” Peter said to Lydia over Christmas dinner. “Jase seems to enjoy the truck, and the girls are as well.”
“Well, darling, we had to do it even though we were on a tight budget,” Lydia explained as she watched her children play with the truck. The kids had finished their meals earlier. “You never know how quickly they grow up and leave; let us treasure these memories while we can.” “Of course,” Peter said, kissing his wife on the cheek. That night, after dinner, when everyone was asleep, Jase awoke and decided to drive the truck around the house.
He’d had so much fun that he hadn’t even left his truck for an hour that day! When he couldn’t sleep, he decided to take his truck down to the living room and play with it. As he descended the stairs, he sat inside the toy vehicle, grabbed the steering wheel, and began driving it around, imagining how he would do it if he were a real firefighter. Jase came to a halt when he felt something strange—a mixture of smoke, heat, and light.
When he turned around, he saw smoke coming from the Christmas tree, which was in flames at the base. Jase’s parents had forgotten to extinguish some candles, which had set fire to the tree’s back and the living room curtains. Jase was terrified as the fire spread quickly. “Mom! Dad! There’s a fire in our house!” he yelled as he ran upstairs, waking up his twin sisters. Milly awoke and followed him downstairs, but Rosie was still sleeping, so he carried her in his arms.
He then rushed to Peter and Lydia’s room, yelling “Mom! Dad!” and startling the couple awake. “What’s wrong, Jase?” his mother asked as she turned on the bedside lamps. “Wait a minute, what’s that smoke— “Mom, dad, there’s a fire in the living room!” Jase exclaimed, turning to face his parents. By then, more than half of the living room had caught fire, and the couple rushed out of the house with their children.
Jase was awake that night, which Peter and Lydia were grateful for. They dialed 911, and firefighters were dispatched to the scene. The smoke had filled the entire house, and because the space was small and cozy, the house was quickly engulfed in flames. That day, one of the firefighters patted Jase on the shoulder and said, “Good job, mate! You acted wisely!”
“Thank you, sir. Not all heroes wear capes! I will become a true superhero like you someday,” Jase replied. And now, Jase has helped several families recover from such tragic events, and he is a superhero, a firefighter. When he looks back at the younger Jase, he is proud of how far he has come.