All dreams came true on Christmas Morning. There was a box wrapped near the tree that held a Lionel Polar Express Train that he hoped, and hoped, and hoped Santa would bring. At the time of writing this it’s been running non-stop for about 5 hours and he hasn’t moved away from the living room except to check in on his sisters, eat, or to show us something he learned while driving the train. I’ll always remember the look on his sweet little face and the tiny gasp that came out when saw the train through the torn wrapping paper.
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