Tuesday, December 22, 2009


...the smell of felt (green felt) which was tacked to the plywood upon which my Lionel railroad circled the tree.

... the artifically lonesome sound of the fake train whistle.

... the smell of tablet-in-the-smokestack "smoke" from the steam engine circling the tree.

... hearing "Santa" curse as he'd apparently shock himself 'wiring' Plasticville lights on the plywood.

... running my trains way too fast for the curves...

... getting a second engine, a Santa Fe diesel.

... egg nog - kinda like ice cream melt, sorta.

... family smells: turkey cooking, after shave, whiskey, pine, the whatever-it-is, it's uniquely grandma.

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