A dark cloud rolls
O’er the town
Backlit by street lamps
Burning the midnight oil
As herds of children
In their ‘jams
Drag “experiential” parents
To the steam engine’s boil
For ‘cross this frosty
Little town
Large groups of people
Can be found
Searching for the next Express
Into a time they step
Back in line to board
The old coal and steel
From rail to tail first
Cold winter’s night
They experience the past
As if it were real
And Christmas wishes turn kisses
Into hot chocolate dreams. Awake
They return
Glowing with the magic of the season!
