The Polar Express

Many bloggers took a bloggy break over the Thanksgiving holidays.

So now we've made it past the Thanksgiving holiday and it's time for the stories to begin again.

Join us, as we take you along with us on our little trip to the Polar Express:

First, we boarded the train and gave our tickets to the conductor.

Then we were seated at our table, as we waited for our first course...

Ahhh, there it is now...Hot Chocolate (but be careful because it's very hot!)

Next came our chicken tenders and fries

And while we ate, this handsome gentleman entertained us with a reading of The Polar Express.

After the reading, he gave each of the children a magical bell from Santa's sleigh.

When all the magical bells had been handed out, he told the girls and boys to raise them up high and jingle them. "Ah what a beautiful sound." He said, "too bad the grown ups can't hear them."

And for desert we were served a very warm, very soft, very good, chocolate chip cookie.

Afterwards, we went out and had our pictures taken.

Our conductor was wonderful with the children.

He was especially taken with Spice.

When we were listening to the story, she broke the silence with her exclamation that the hot chocolate was too hot and that it had burned her tongue.

A few minutes later, he came in with a cup of ice water for her.

How nice was that??

After our journey, the girls wanted to take a carriage ride.

Meet Jeff.

Jeff took us for a pleasant ride around the square.

The girls really enjoyed the ride - as is evident in this sweet picture.

*Sigh*

These precious moments are few and far between - good thing I caught it on camera; otherwise, I might not believe it myself. ;)

Thank you, Jeff! We enjoyed our ride.

Oh, and this is Jeff's friend. We don't know his name, but he seemed to be in the Christmas spirit.

Next, we went over to the center of the square and took a few Christmas pictures.

And finally, we strode over to check out the log cabin.

I just love looking at places like this. Let me walk around in an old, abandoned building, envisioning how it used to look and what the people who lived there were like, and I'm a happy camper.

If Spice doesn't look too happy, it's because her horrible mother said no when asked if this was were Santa lives.

She didn't hear the hope in her heart when the question was posed to her.

She didn't see the wistfulness in her eyes.

And she didn't know that she had crushed her dream with that one word response, until she saw this...

Aw baby, Mommy's sorry. Santa doesn't live here. But maybe he does stay here whenever he's in town...

Well, that back peddling must have worked because this is the end. I hope you enjoyed virtually coming along with us on our little Polar Express journey this weekend.

Happy Holiday's!