The saturday after Thanksgiving while everyone was still huddled into our abode, we piled into our cars and made the trek up north to take the boys on the Polar Express. (This was definitely a "parent's will remember more than the kids will" kind-of deal but we couldn't pass it up) It was a bit of a drive for only an hour and a half train ride but the output was definitely worth input.
We all dressed up in our night clothes and piled into the train,
waved goodbye to Grammy, Grampy and Aunt Smelly (they were too cool for the train)
and headed to meet santa!
Words fail me when I describe how much fun we really had on this little train! Our chefs walked up and down the aisles with hot chocolate and cookies while reading the story to us and letting each child see the pictures. Once we arrived at the North Pole, Santa came on board and gave each child a bell! ...of course we lost ours *irony* and Santa turned right around and gave us a new one!
Once Santa had paid a visit to each little boy and girl, we journeyed back to our homecoming while the chefs danced and sang up and down the aisle. G and W adored it!











