As we are in that festive period, my attempt at creating a ‘perfect’ Christmas has gone into overdrive. With that and this ‘parenting’ thing I do I am going to probably be a shoddy blogger between now and the new year. Well, unless something irks me then my soap box and I will be out in full force.
I have decided to hand over this weeks post to a very special guest blogger who is going to give you her account and review of The Polar Express train ride. The red writing is me. The spelling mistakes are left in because they are hers. (She is typing it herself so I apologise now for any offensive jokes or swears)
Hello I’m Aoife, I’m 6 years old I’m going to tell you about our trip to the polar express.First Mummy and Daddy picked me up from school. Then we drove to a cottige and got changed into our pagamas. I thought we were going to get fish and chips but we sat in a line of cars, it was late and dark.It was 18:30 so not really late. Aoife was REALLY mardy and I was ready to shout “turn this car around” but we were stuck in a queue and going nowhere.
When we got out of the car we walked throuh a tunnal of lights to get our tikets, the children’s tikets were golden. Then we got on the train and we sor the conductor when we got on. Next at our seats we had a mug to take home. Then the train started moving and then the chefs did a dance and sang a song called hot chocolat. Then we drank hot chocolat and ate a cookie while we listand to the polar express story. Then the conductor came and talked to me and did holes in my tiket that made the first letter of my name. After we sor the north pole outside, it was all lit up and Santa and the Elfs were there. The Elfs were dancing and Santa was waveing. Then they came on bord. All of the performers were brilliant, they remembered everyone’s names and really kept in the spirit of things. I went to take a photo of Seth and when I came back Aoife had told one of the ‘chefs’ our entire life story. A few minutes later I was surprised to hear over the mic that we were all to sing Happy Birthday to Aoife as she turned 6 the previous day! She is such a shy and retiring girl…..
We shouted Santa and he came to our carrige and gave the children a bell from his slay. Not as sinister as it sounds. Santa left and we all did the conga and we sang songs with chef Jonny until we got back to the stason. I enjoyd having a cookie and hot chocolat and listening to the story best. The bit we could have done for free at home! I had a brilliant time and I want to do it agen.
Thank you for reading lots of love from Aoife.
So there you have it, the first ‘review’ on my blog by a 6 year old. Who better to review a magical, Christmas experience than the very person it is aimed at. Seth was happy as long as there was a train and food. He’s a boy with low expectations.
I really would certainly recommend The Polar Express train ride as a festive trip for your family and we will definitely do it again (though I’m hoping for Disneyland Paris next Christmas). Our trip was in the dark which I think probably makes the North Pole a lot more magical than noon in the rain. The whole point of getting Aoife to do this was so I could slack off a bit, that didn’t work out.
Her one finger typing and attention span of a gnat meant those three paragraphs took an hour and a lot of me saying “please just concentrate” and “shall I just do it?” and “no, we don’t do finger spaces on a computer”.