I love The Polar Express by Chris Van Allsburg because it’s a spontaneous journey. Isn’t that every kid’s dream? That a train would appear out of the blue to take you to a magical destination, such as the North Pole?
In our heart of hearts, we all want to see Santa in the flesh. Munching on a cookie and sipping his milk. Ascending the chimney. Jetting off in his sleigh with eight reindeer leading the way. As kids, we are convinced that we will catch him in the act. One way or another though, crafty Santa eludes us, making us believe without seeing.
This boy is the exception. He goes on the train ride of his life and not only meets Santa, but receives the first gift of Christmas: a chiming silver bell. Then, as with most magical adventures, he’s back at his house before anyone notices he’s gone. Jealousy doesn’t even come close. When I was little, I was a relatively compliant child: nice to my sister (most of the time), obedient to my parents (eh, as good as one gets), always remembered my “pleases” and “thank yous”…
Dear Santa, why wasn’t I Polar Express material?
Some people have all the luck. Merry Christmas!
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