Last week, we took the boys to The Polar Express in Durango, Colorado. Dressed in superhero and ninja turtle pajamas, we climbed aboard the train, which was decorated with boughs of holly and lit with twinkling lights. Ribbons and ornaments adorned the greenery adding to the festive spirit. After hot chocolate and listening to a reading of the book The Polar Express, we ended up at the North Pole where we saw Santa, who boarded the train and handed out bells to the children.
Javi jumped up and down and told us it was the best day of his life. Kiki, ever the skeptic, couldn’t quite believe we went all the way to the North Pole. Like the little boy in the book, he had his doubts. He thought it would take a lot longer to get to the North Pole. When he told Javi this, Javi seemed confused. He asked Kiki, “Why would they lie?”
He’s right; we were deceptive. But isn’t it fun to occasionally suspend belief? To believe in the magic that sometimes actually happens in the world? We spend so much time facing difficult realities as adults, it’s nice to remember a world before we had to deal with these things, before it seemed impossible to reach the North Pole on a quick train ride.
We ate our cookies, sang carols, and danced with the elves as we returned to Durango. After a snowy walk back to the hotel, we returned to our normal everyday lives.
When have you suspended belief?