Travelingjenny

On Saturday, for the third year in a row, we went on the Candy Cane Train. This is a lovely little jaunt from Bath to Wiscasset, with water views and merriment along the way. Such a sweet family tradition. There are carolers, elves serving cookies, nice volunteers reading Christmas books, and…Santa! The first year we went on the train, Tess cried and hid her face the whole time Santa was in our train car. Last year she hid her face, but didn't cry. And this year — a major breakthrough! — she actually spoke to Santa and let me take her picture with him. Hooray! Another childhood rite of passage accomplished! And not only was Santa quite funny, but he had a lovely Maine accent as well ("You both want pink Camelback backpacks? How will you tell them apaaaht?"). As usual, much credit goes to big sister Grace, whose confident interaction with Santa showed Tess that there was nothing to fear.