It was a cold winter Sunday night, right after Christmas. I and my sister were bursting with enthusiasm. We jumped in the car and headed off. We were going to ride on The Polar Express. It was a really long drive there but we stopped to eat at a restraint called Cotton Patch. Once we got there we paid for parking and went inside. In the waiting area they set up the actual Polar Express movie to watch while you wait. EEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRR! “All aboard” yelled the conductor. We walked over and got in the first class cart. When we were in side we found our table and sat down. Each seat had a fudge cake there which was really good. We started down the track. They passed out song books and every body stared singing with the music. Once the music was down Santa came down the isle and handed out pure silver bells. They made the most beautiful sound in the world. We arrived at the other end of the track they handed out really great hot chocolate in really cool mugs that we kept. Santa got off at the North Pole which was just a space they put a bunch of Christmas lights at. We headed back and they handed out a bunch of apple sider for the way back. That is the most memorable Christmas moment.