Travelingjenny

Two Saturdays ago, we took a ride on the Candy Cane Train. It's a beautiful trip from Bath to Wiscasset, complete with elves and carolers and snacks and — Santa! We rode the train last year as well, and ended up having to explain to Grace (due to her many questions) that it wasn't the real Santa who we'd be seeing on the train, but one of Santa's helpers. She didn't talk about it much this year, but when Santa strolled into our train car she ran right up and gave him a big smile and a HUGE hug. He was quite surprised, and pleased (Grace has that effect on people). Tess, on the other hand, hid her face in my shoulder when she knew Santa was approaching, and didn't look up until he was gone. This was an improvement from last year, when she cried (AND hid her face). That's okay, we were just glad she had agreed (at the last minute) to join us on the train. And I'm sure Santa knows how she really feels about him.