Visions of sugar plums danced in my head as I nestled back into my cozy seat, and in a flash the train was off. Reflecting on my trip while munching on the second pretzel I was amazed with my unexpected trip wondering how I’d describe my trip. If only I had a memento. I carefully unwrapped my early Christmas present from the hands of the man himself to discover delightful replicas of each place I visited. Knowing I’d set it up each Christmas, as a magical visual of an incredible trip, I was thankful for the story to go with it.