In one hour we road the train from Sacramento, CA to the North Pole where we saw Santa and his elves, then back again. The conductor narrated our ride from the book Polar Express. Some of the characters from the book visited us on the train.
But really... I didn't care about any of that. In fact, I've never even seen the book before (or the movie).
I only cared about Sheridan's excitement. Talk about wonder.
|Bundled up for the ride|
|Don't worry folks... this particular train was part of the props. Stationary props.|
|Everyone is encouraged to wear pajamas... so we did (and I had a moment of panic that Gary, Becca, and I might be the only people over the age of 7 to be in our PJs, but a lot of adults wore them, too - whew!)|
|Waiting to board the Polar Express|
|Looks like trouble|
|Sheridan isn't too fond of random conductors|
|But he loves the trains|
|Each car is decorated with a different theme - ours had all the misfit and forgotten toys|
|Eating oatmeal cookies (courtesy of the Polar Express)|
Oh, and those spots on his head... he had a nasty fall about a month ago when he simply lost his balance, skinned his forehead (I nearly had a heart attack), but it's healing up really nicely.
|The "waiters" came around with the book and showed the pages to go along with the story|
|He can't believe his eyes... seeing the North Pole for the first time|
|He was soooooo tired by the end - way after his bed time|
See? I'm chopped liver :)