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The Christmas Train

It was Christmas Eve, a Thursday

On the Northern Express Christmas Train

We were on our way north through the wilds

And our  destination was to be old Hornepayne

 

One hundred and eighty two people

Three kittens, one goat and nine dogs

Were riding up north on the railroad

Oh, I forgot to mention six hogs

 

There was snow coming in from the waters

Surrounding the bays, both Hudson and James

The engineer was prepared for a whopper

This would not be a time to play games

 

It was nineteen twenty in the year of our lord

The great war had been done for two years

These people were travelling homeward

To spend Christmas with those they held dear

 

The storm was gathering force over water

There was no way to safely arrive

They only had one option before them

If he wanted them all to survive

 

He pulled the train off on a side spur

They were not getting home safe tonight

But, the train, being old wasn't worthy

Of surviving the storm and it's fight

 

The conductor gathered up  all his courage

And he entered each car in their turn

He said "It looks like we're here for a while"

The storm looked real bad, as they'd learn

 

Remember it was nineteen twenty

The trains had no heat to keep warm

There was just an old stove and the engine

To keep them alive in the storm

 

The lines were down, so no message

Could be sent via morse code machine

They were stuck in the Ontario wilds

In a storm worse than they'd ever seen

 

They prayed and they sang hymns all together

Christmas carols and some all would know

As they sat, and they watched out the window

At the wind whipping, white sheets of snow

 

It was just after four when it started

Six hours in it was worse

One man, a fellow named Woolner

Said "we're stuck on a CP rail hearse"

 

The children were kept calm by their mothers

The men were watching as well

They were keeping an eye on the weather

They would not die in this frozen hell

 

It was just before midnight I reckon

When the storm broke enough to see out

The snow was now done and was over

Of this there was surely no doubt

 

Christmas Day...it was now after midnight

Some were sleeping while others were not

They had left to go start a fire

This was an idea given plenty of thought

 

The people awoke and they followed

To the fire to keep warm and still pray

They would make the best of a bad situation

Don't forget it was still Christmas Day

 

Christmas happens, it doesn't pick a location

It doesn't give a **** where you are

Christmas happens, and it gives a feeling

Of goodness, whether you're close or home is quite far

 

These people all stuck in the forest

Still a day or so from where they would go

Spent a Christmas with a whole bunch of strangers

some dogs, cats and hogs and a goat

 

Gifts that were destined for family

Were opened that night by the crowd

And the carols they sang in the forest

Shook the snow, they were singing so loud

 

The trees were lit up by the fire

Snow was covering branches up high

When they looked up into the dark heavens

And they saw the bright lights in the sky

 

The rainbow of colours was awesome

It shone brighter than bright in the sky

But one thing stood out in the distance

The one star that shone bright from on high

 

What was it that brought them together

Made them share this Christmas as one

Was it the storm that was the only reason

Or was there something else there that had come

 

The word came on out from the engine

The lines of communication were back

They should all get on back to their carriage

And he'd get this train back on track

 

When they all climbed aboard to get moving

Every seat had a package, all wrapped

No one saw who delivered the presents

As they were all in this outland, and trapped

 

Was it Santa come through to deliver

Their presents while they all went to pray

It's a question that no one can answer

It's a puzzle that remains to this day

 

If you ever go north on the railway

And you pass by the park near Hornepayne

Remember the big storm they encountered

And the magic on the Christmas Train

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roger-turner
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Nov 26, 2012
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