Polar Express
That's right. The Heber Creeper makes a magical transformation every December to become the Polar Express. Grandma and Grandpa Meldrum surprised all the grandkids with tickets to kick off the Christmas season. 
We braved the blizzard in Provo Canyon to meet everyone in Heber. The kids were giddy to a)be together b)ride a train and c) its the Polar Express of course. We rode in a 1940s train car decked with lights and all the Christmas trimmings. Chefs served "Mrs. Claus' Homemade Chocolate Chip Cookies" and piping hot chocolate. Well, warm chocolate. The only exception was Noah, whose piping hot drink quickly ended up in his lap. He was more frustrated and embarrassed than hurt. Luckily, his paranoid mother had insisted on two pair of pjs, just in case we had to vacate the train for any reason. This came in handy as we had a brother with a change a clothes handy. 
Along the way, we each got a Polar Express storybook and followed along with our own storyteller/host. By the end of the story, we had rounded Deer Creek and all the kids were pressed up to the windows to catch a glimpse of the North Pole and Santa Claus. While we waited for Santa to come to our car, we sang songs, heard silly Christmas jokes and had a Ho Ho Ho contest with all the grandpas on the train. 
