Oh, the magic of Santa Claus and the North Pole... in the eyes of a three year old.
We, Darling Granddaughter, Oldest Son and Dear Daughter-in-law, Dear Daughter-in-law's Family and Hubby and I
went to the North Pole.
We rode on an old train that was built in 1923.
No, it wasn't this train.
But, it was this train--below.
Dear Daugher-in-law, Darling Granddaughter and Oldest Son
Wooden Soldier stood guard near the entrance.
Mr. Conductor took our tickets.
After traveling through time, indulging in a Snickerdoodle and sipping hot cocoa
we arrived at the North Pole.
I do believe the beautiful and quite raucous
singing of
Christmas Carols
led Santa to our train car.
The Jolly Man had a beautiful Golden Bell for each Youngster...
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