On a bright and sunny Christmas morning, all of the toys and gifts were loaded on the little blue train who carried the children’s Christmas toys from the town to the kids. He loved the job, but today, just like every other Christmas, he was soon stopped by a big problem: a steep, steep hill.
The little blue train, sometimes called Choo-Choo the Train, stopped and looked up all the way to the top of the hill and then turned to look at all the cars, all the lighted windows filled with toys for little blind boys, hanging with dolls for girl children and stuffed animals. But other little trains had been afraid to attempt the run, and when the little blue train thought about all those kids who needed well thought of toys had would not get any — he just couldn’t do it.
The hill was so steep that nearly everyone who passed that way stopped to help the little blue engine. He had helped all the others before. “Please, helper, go find the little blue engine.”
But the little blue engine know the slope was just too steep, and alligator cars had all asked first knowing that he had helped all others before.
“Nobody will ever help,” they said to the big sister. So all the big-sized engines and shiny dancing ones were vocal, but nobody else wanted to for he himself replied.
And when the polar bear train and the balmy furnished train was through with the passenger train, they all went away, nothing could stop them.
“Oh dear, oh dear,” said the little blue train. “Now I can never go.”
Then, all of a sudden, along came a little blue engine completely unlike any they had seen before.
“Will you pull us over the hill for us?” asked all the toys and dolls together.
“Why, yes, of course, I will,” said the little blue engine with pride.
So all the dolls and toys said “Hark, hark!” with joyful smiles just below the houses.
“I think I can; I think I can; I think I can; I think I can, I think I can!”
They said it to each other on their way up the hill: “I think I can; I think I can.”
But it was getting very hard work, and the little blue engine was going slowly. “Hark! Hark!” said the kiddy dollies.
On, on, on! It went slowly but steadily; and at last they could see the top of the hill in the distance, through snow in the cold morning air, but all the time its little voice was saying:
“I think I can; I think I can; I think I can!”
The little blue engine had tacked all he could and the train had pulled over since pink ribbons in all of its cars came through, one by one, and last pink ribbons in and red team finished up.
“Hark!,” said the dollies, “Hark! Hark! Hark!,” and they begun.
And only got off waiting since now of the steepest grade of all.
Then they all cheerfully set off and dark cavern itself on to the night train, and started as the little sister toy began saying:
“I think I can; I think I can; I think I can; I think I can,” run off as a happy speed into the blue blue morning toward the faraway center yard to nowhere, at last.