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Train Sets were always the coolest gift I mean, I never got one but that's what the movies say now I ride trains daily monotonous jumble of commute.work.commute. sleep. a ******    brains get swallowed whole without my morning Joe but there was a time... ...there was a time when I rode that Polar Express to bliss         crazed off hot chocolate    golden ticket in hand then I slipped on ice caps instead of sleeping on beaches dreaming up Mad Hatter candy mogels then Tom Hank's voice was the patter of reindeer and magic was cast by wizards    not scientists A White Beard wise as Gandolf & Dumbledore    specked with canyons of God would laugh jolly into a nation         into a season    into that dusting galaxy of a child's eye that beard    holy and revered would laugh humanity into a rattled world slipping down chimneys it would leave propaganda of hope in the form of trainsets No, I never got one      but I loved that beard         and the silver bells on its sleigh they are voiceless now but I keep them for their shine I miss those days                  ...sometimes... I think about them on my train rides wishing I had a different destination
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Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC
White Beard
Train Sets were always the coolest gift I mean, I never got one but that's what the movies say now I ride trains daily monotonous jumble of commute.work.commute. sleep. a ******    brains get swallowed whole without my morning Joe but there was a time... ...there was a time when I rode that Polar Express to bliss         crazed off hot chocolate    golden ticket in hand then I slipped on ice caps instead of sleeping on beaches dreaming up Mad Hatter candy mogels then Tom Hank's voice was the patter of reindeer and magic was cast by wizards    not scientists A White Beard wise as Gandolf & Dumbledore    specked with canyons of God would laugh jolly into a nation         into a season    into that dusting galaxy of a child's eye that beard    holy and revered would laugh humanity into a rattled world slipping down chimneys it would leave propaganda of hope in the form of trainsets No, I never got one      but I loved that beard         and the silver bells on its sleigh they are voiceless now but I keep them for their shine I miss those days                  ...sometimes... I think about them on my train rides wishing I had a different destination
#nostalgia#christmas
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Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC
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