Last night I surprised the kids with a trip on the Polar Express.
We had to drive for two and a half hours through rural Texas to get to the train depot, but it was worth it. I have never seen my son so excited.
They did an excellent job with it. Each car had chefs to serve hot cocoa and Rice Krispy Treats. They read The Polar Express. Santa met us at the North Pole and boarded the train for the trip back. He sat and talked with each child and gave them a bell. Then we sang Christmas carols all the way back.
You've never seen so many excited children in one place. But the parents were even more excited. You'd have thought the paparazzi had boarded the train with all the cameras at work.
It was pretty magical. Of course, this morning when Uncle Patrick asked my son, "What did you do last night?" he replied, "Oh, I forgot. Um...I built a track for my trains."
Kids. You can't live with them, you can't throw them under Santa's sleigh.