We had been talking about it for weeks and Braxton was starting to remember bits and pieces. Mid-week they were both so excited. We left right after school on Friday and went to Blowing Rock for the night. It was c-o-l-d, 12 degrees actually, when we woke up. We bundled up and after a nice breakfast we started the trek to Bryson City.
This trip we decided to take the later train so we actually pulled out of the station at 8:15 pm. It was cold, and dark, and MAGICAL. Braxton was so nervous we were going to miss it but once we got settled Mckinley was the one that turned nervous. They both watched in amazement as "Ginger Snap" delivered our "hot chocolate" on her head and oohed and aahhed as we looked at the lights. Mckinley was very concerned that the "caribou" had stopped the train. She seriously asked 50 times why the train stopped for them and where they went so we could move again. But they both got quiet when Santa boarded our cart. I couldn't get a picture because someone was attached to me but they loved getting a bell especially from Santa.
Back at the hotel before bed, Mckinley looked at me and asked "Why Santa gave me a bell, I wanted a doll!".
It was a nice weekend. Definitely glad we were able to make it back.
