Tivoli Gardens var fyldt med lys.

Tivoli Gardens was filled with lights.

De små træer stod pyntet med kulørte lamper.

The small trees stood adorned with colorful lamps.

Det duftede af gløgg og varme æbleskiver.

The scent of gløgg and warm æbleskiver filled the air.

Sneen knirkede under fødderne.

The snow creaked underfoot.

Mikkel gik gennem haven med en rygsæk på ryggen.

Mikkel walked through the gardens with a backpack on his back.

Han skyndte sig.

He hurried.

Klokken nærmede sig fem.

The hour was nearing five.

Toget ville snart køre.

The train would soon leave.

Mikkel arbejdede som ingeniør.

Mikkel worked as an engineer.

Det var et godt job, sagde alle.

It was a good job, everyone said.

Men han havde sine tvivl.

But he had his doubts.

Var dette virkelig, hvad han ville med sit liv?

Was this really what he wanted from his life?

Julen nærmede sig.

Christmas was approaching.

Han glædede sig til at komme hjem.

He looked forward to going home.

Til familien.

To the family.

Til hyggen.

To the coziness.

Men først skulle han nå toget.

But first, he had to catch the train.

Han tjekkede sin telefon.

He checked his phone.

Alle billetter var udsolgt.

All tickets were sold out.

Hans hjerte sank.

His heart sank.

Han havde ikke meget tid.

He didn't have much time.

Garder tid til jul - det var hans mål.

Be home for Christmas—that was his goal.

Men hvordan?

But how?

Pludselig så han Sofie.

Suddenly he saw Sofie.

Hun stod ved den store karrusel.

She stood by the big carousel.

Sofie, hans gamle kollega, som nu rejste meget.

Sofie, his old colleague, who now traveled a lot.

Måske kunne hun hjælpe.

Maybe she could help.

Han nærmede sig hende.

He approached her.

"Sofie!"

"Sofie!"

råbte han.

he shouted.

Hun vendte sig om, smilede.

She turned around, smiled.

"Hej, Mikkel!

"Hi, Mikkel!

Hvor skal du hen?"

Where are you going?"

Mikkel forklarede sin situation.

Mikkel explained his situation.

Toget.

The train.

Familien.

The family.

Julen.

Christmas.

Sofie nikkede forstående.

Sofie nodded understandingly.

"Prøv at spørge folk om hjælp," foreslog hun.

"Try asking people for help," she suggested.

"Rejsende er ofte venlige."

"Travelers are often kind."

Sofie ledte også efter sin egen rejse.

Sofie was also looking for her own journey.

Hun overvejede muligheden.

She considered the possibility.

"Vil du låne min kuffert, så du ser mere officiel ud?"

"Do you want to borrow my suitcase so you look more official?"

sagde hun pludselig.

she said suddenly.

En idé formede sig i Mikkels hoved.

An idea formed in Mikkel's mind.

Med fornyet håb gik Mikkel hen til en gruppe mennesker, der stod i kø.

With renewed hope, Mikkel went over to a group of people standing in line.

De lyttede til Mikkels historie.

They listened to Mikkel's story.

Efter lidt tid gik Jonas, en ung mand med en togbillet til overs, hen til Mikkel.

After a while, Jonas, a young man with an extra train ticket, approached Mikkel.

"Jeg har brug for at ændre mine planer," sagde Jonas.

"I need to change my plans," said Jonas.

"Tag min billet."

"Take my ticket."

Det var som et mirakel.

It was like a miracle.

Mikkel takkede Jonas mange gange.

Mikkel thanked Jonas many times.

Imens trak Sofie sin kuffert tilbage.

Meanwhile, Sofie took back her suitcase.

Mikkel lovede at sende en hilsen fra familien.

Mikkel promised to send greetings from the family.

Toget var næsten ved at afgå.

The train was almost departing.

Mikkel tog plads.

Mikkel took a seat.

Han sukkede lettet og stirrede ud ad vinduet.

He sighed with relief and stared out the window.

Landskabet blev langsomt hvidt af sne.

The landscape slowly turned white with snow.

Da han nåede hjem, var hans familie allerede samlet.

When he reached home, his family was already gathered.

Middagen var parat.

Dinner was ready.

Mikkel åbnede døren.

Mikkel opened the door.

Han blev mødt med varme kram og latter.

He was met with warm hugs and laughter.

Mens han sad ved bordet, følte han sig fredfyldt.

As he sat at the table, he felt peaceful.

Det var okay at være usikker.

It was okay to be uncertain.

Han kunne finde vej, når tiden var rigtig.

He could find his way when the time was right.

For nu nød han nuet.

For now, he enjoyed the present.

Klokkerne ringede ind til fest, og Mikkel vidste, at alt ville være godt.

The bells rang in celebration, and Mikkel knew that everything would be okay.