The North Pole is Closer Than You Think

The Nub has been sick for going on 2 weeks now.  I won't lie, my motherly sympathy ran out about 4 days ago and I've moved on to easily annoyed and ready for this to be over.  Poor kid, how's that for double the fun?  Anyway, basically we've all been relegated to house prisoners since taking him anywhere results in sharp looks of disapproval directed my way whenever he breaks into a coughing fit, or when people get a glimpse of his perpetually runny nose.  I admit, I've been on the other side of that so whatever, we'll call it a draw.  We were supposed to go ride the train last week, but then the croup reared it's ugly head so we put it off a week.  Then he still wasn't feeling primo but we went anyway, because forcing your sick kid to participate in holiday fun always results in sweet memories they'll cherish forever.  Right.  

More like he'll recoil in fear at the very sight of Santa instead, please see exhibit A below:

 

But you know, I'm glad we went.  My parents came with us, we sang some songs, the Nub got a souvenir dreidel (irony?), I found out the North Pole is on the other side of Deer Creek Reservoir (WHO KNEW?!?!), Triple F stole the show with his festive digs, and at the end, we went to KFC.  We'll call it a success, sick kid aside.  

See, memories to cherish right there.

There's still time for you to catch a very slow ride aboard the North Pole Express, and you could have got a $5 discount had we managed to make our original ride a week ago and had I posted about it then,  but I think that offer is expired now so I bet they don't ask me back next year.

BLOGGER FAIL.  My bad.

Thanks for having us anyway Heber Valley Railroad...