The choo-choo of the train slowly rumbles to a halt, and the popping of my ears cease. Stepping off with the other children, I fall under the spell of Christmas magic that fills the pine-scented air. Singing along to “Silver Bells”, I notice the clock chimes not twelve times but thirteen times. The spell was broken and my puzzled expression caught Santa’s sparkling eye. His poinsettia-red cheeks formed into a solid smile as he beckoned me. Clueless, I walked over, my boots dragging in the deep, serene, snow. He lovingly asked, “Is that your lucky number?” I nodded, trying to play along. But inside, I had absolutely no idea what was going on. He simply tapped the seat next to him and… “Ho ho ho! A Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!” filled the air with the jingling of bells and the crowd cheering, as Rudolph led the way.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
As I enter the majestic world of reading, the soothing aroma of coffee and hot cocoa make their way through the two doorways leading to my scent station. The yellow lamps invited guests and provided a warm, cozy, comforting, feeling inside. My instincts walked me over to the Polar Express, and I blindly stepped on, unaware of the magical adventure waiting ahead.