Christmas Morning Train Card
- from our Affiliates
Fresh snow had fallen during the night of Christmas Eve. Little Timmy had watched the snow fluttering past the window of his train as he fell asleep against his Grandma Mary's arm while she crocheted one red loop after another. He had had wonderful dreams, the kind that children have at Christmas, and he rubbed his eyes, to see if any of them were true. Grandma was snoring, the train was cha-chooing, and the snow was dancing with the early morning sun and a bare tree around the train crossing the plain of the Kenosha Pass.