The Dobson family stood on the platform wowing over the red steam engine billowing out clouds of smoke.
‘It’s the Harry Potter train!’ Cat cried.
Her parents laughed, ‘no, it’s Santa’s train!’
They boarded an empty compartment and sat on rough red plush, lumpy spring box seats.
The train whistled, pulled off jerkily then gained speed and soon was chugging through the Yorkshire Moors.
Sometime later, Santa appeared and handed out presents.
Cat received a soft toy pony and Harley a set of toy cars. They played whilst their parents sipped warm mulled wine and watched the countryside go by.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/12/05/7-december-2018/ with thanks).
Santa meets Harry Potter! I like the story. Does such magic ever grace the windswept Yorkshire moors?
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Thanks and yes it does! When my brothers and I were young children my parents would take us to do this ever year.
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Wow. Nothing like that on our blustery east coast.
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Sounds like a lovely way to spend an afternoon..
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Thanks. š
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