This weekend MiMi and Papa took us along with the other 4 Rogers to Branson to ride on the Polar Express. It was a magical experience for all who attended. Donning our matching pajamas embroidered with names, we got on the train while {snow} blew around them in the air. We sipped (B devoured) hot cocoa and ate sprinkled cookies, we looked out the window at light displays all the way to the {north pole} where we picked up Santa and saw elves turning flips and walking on their hands. The conductor came through our car and punched our tickets with the first letter of each of our names. The chef's came through and sang a few carols in sweet harmony. Santa and Mrs. Claus brought each one of us a bell and it sang its sweet song in our ears when we shook it. And if only for a moment that Saturday, all was right in everyone's world, and I think we all BELIEVED again!
2 comments:
I have been anxiously awaiting this post! Looks like a wonderful time. We might have to put that in our schedule for next year when Kam is a little older!
Perfect sister. Thank you so much for sharing. See you soon. Love you all a ton!
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