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[i]Six Months ago, Christmas Eve[/i]

For the residents of the Williamston Crossing apartment building in Little Ulster, it had been a hard few days. After a devastating fire had burned the building to the ground, the people who had called the building home were left homeless, having lost everything. Many of the residents were given temporary accommodations in the basement of St. Michael’s Church, in the “classrooms” that the church held Sunday School for the parishioners’ children. In all, twenty two families were now homeless, just in time for the holidays. 

In the wake of the fire, the community really came together for the victims. The entire neighborhood put together a clothing drive for the victims and even on such short notice, they were able to get sponsors to get toys and other gifts for the families, so that the children would have something to open on Christmas morning, so that even in such a difficult time, not only the children, but each member of every family affected would have some small sense of normalcy. 

Bags and bags of toys and other goods had been put together in just under three days’ time. Even the organizers were shocked by the outpouring of support for these families. It just showed, that even with all of its troubles, the people of Lost Haven were special. They truly had come together and because of the selflessness of so many people, these families would still have a Christmas. 
However, now all that planning and goodwill might be for naught. A winter nor’easter had made the roads nearly impassable, and thus, the delivery of the goods all but impossible. 

A dejected Nick Spencer sat in makeshift office in the abandoned storefront which made up the local chapter of Angels & Elves, regional charity which oversaw the acquisition and distribution of toys for low income families, and an organization that had taken point on the sudden drive of gifts for the Williamston Crossing families. He had gone above and beyond to ensure that the displaced children would have gifts to open on Christmas morning, yet mother nature herself had decided to stand in the way of that goal. The delivery drivers that had volunteered to bring the items to St. Michael’s were unable to do so because the road conditions were so bad due to the 18 inches of snow that had fallen in only half a day. 

[b]"Let me know how I can help.”[/b] a voice came from behind him. It was a voice that was somewhat familiar to Nick, though he couldn’t quite place it. 

“Unless you can get all this stuff to St. Michael’s, there really isn’t much you can do.” Nick said dolefully as he turned to face the newcomer, only to have his jaw hit the floor when he saw who stood before him. It wasn’t just anyone who had wandered into his office. In fact, he may have been looking into the eyes of the very solution to his problem. “Icon?” he said in disbelief.

[b]“I think I might be able to help with that.” [/b] Icon said as he took the first of the bags, and like a blue and silver clad Santa Claus, hung it over his shoulder before grabbing a second bag and doing the same. Then with a nod and a smile, went out the front door and took to the skies, repeating the trip several times until all the gifts had been delivered to St. Michael’s, and thus saving Christmas for the very people who needed it the most.