About mid-day we drove to Monterux. From there, we boarded the Christmas train that would take us to what seemed like the top of the world. It was scene right out of the Polar Express, except that the train had a center cog wheel to help it climb the steep slopes. Starting at the edge of Lake Geneva, the train climbed for 50 minutes. The higher we went, increasing amounts of snow were piled on the roofs and trees. The green landscape near the lake gave wa
As the train slowed for its final stop at Santa's home, the excitement was evident in everyone on board. Grandparents shared stories of first encounters with Santa while parents tried to keep their children under control. After all, this was not a normal train station, but at Santa's very own. We were literally at the top of the world. With no wind, the gently falling snow settled on people's hats and coats as walked from the train into a long tunnel that burrowed straight into the mountain. Slowly, the darkness of the tunnel gave way to green and white lights that illuminated our path. Literally at the end of the tunnel was Santa; seated on a majestic throne of red and gold. Pictures were taken and Santa give gifts to the children brave enough tell him what they wanted for Christmas. Shopping mall Santas should talk a lesson from this guy. After seeing the rest of Santa's house, we eat lunch and boarded the train for the return trip back down and mountain and into Monterux.
The rest of the day was spend at the Christmas market in Monterux. Located right on the shores of Lake Geneva, the market consists of little houses or booths from which people sell Christmas items, food, and crafts. As the sun set over French side of the lake, we gathered our new purchases and headed for home.
If I wasn't in the Christmas spirit before, I am now.
Joyeux Noel
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