COLORADO OR BUST – Day 4
Tuesday morning began bright and early. VERY early. I’m not sure if it’s Colorado’s altitude or geographic location, but the sun comes up awfully early for this Momma. Our day started around six a.m., when the sun began streaming through our un-curtained windows, but I didn’t mind. Because on Tuesday we were going to none other than…..
THE NORTH POLE!
That’s right. Santa lives in Colorado. It’s a little known fact.
Actually, the North Pole is the world’s greatest amusement park. I’ve never been to Disney, but frankly, the bar has been set pretty high. A Christmas themed amusement park, in Christmasy Colorado, is just about Heaven for me. For those that don’t know, I kind of have a thing for Christmas. I don’t just love Christmas, I LOVE Christmas. Back in the days when Internet users had handles, mine was Mistletoe. I start hoarding stocking stuffers around August. My favorite movie is “A Christmas Story”. And last year my husband and I finally realized a lifelong dream when we were awarded Best Holiday Decorations for the neighborhood.
So you could say that the North Pole was right up my alley.
First of all, everyone is dressed like elves. And not like surly teenager-who-makes-minimum-wage elves, like friendly, helpful elves. And then there’s Santa, who has got to be the greatest incarnation of a Claus on the planet. Twinkly blue eyes, ample lap, real whiskers, this guy had it all. Not to mention that when the girls told him their names, he said, “Oh that’s right, I just didn’t recognize you because you’ve grown so much since last year!” And he didn’t so much as flinch when A screamed bloody murder as soon as she walked into his little house. Instead, he waved from afar and assured the big girls that Santa still loves kids that cry.
And the rides. Oh, the rides! They were perfect for the under 12 crowd, which means that the big girls could ride just about everything – twice. Santa’s Parachute, Tilt ‘o Whirl, Ferris Wheel, rocket ships, cars, planes, boats, and the coup de grace, the Swirly Candy Cane Slide. A s’mores pit, a North “Pole” (a giant pole made out of ice), face painting, separate boys’ and girls’ gift shops – it was perfection. Sheer, utter perfection. We rode the train around the park, then took the sky ride OVER the park (which I hated, as heights are not really my “thing”). We ate cotton candy and listened to the Christmas music blaring over the loud speakers. We mailed letters from the North Pole post office, which will be postmarked “North Pole”. We watched the Elmer the Elf show. We rode roller coasters – twice.
And did I mention that the temperature didn’t rise over 75 degrees? That’s 75 degrees Farenheit for you foreigners. 🙂
We had so much fun that we blew off our plans to visit the Garden of the Gods and went back to the North Pole a second time. My face literally hurt from smiling. Aside from the births of my children/wedding/obvious life moments, it was probably the best day of my life.
Don’t worry, though, the trip wasn’t all sunshine and roses from that point on. If it was, what would be the point of blogging about it? Stay tuned for Day 5, where I was prepared to perform an at-home tubal ligation after three hours in a train with my small children!