My wife planned a Christmas excursion for the kids and me to Bryson City, North Carolina this year. Though not far from home, it was more than a simple day trip. I wish we had arrived earlier to fully enjoy the charming Christmas village and the town itself. That evening, however, was bitterly cold. The area offers several inviting gift shops, cozy restaurants, and even a cute ice cream parlor. The event is hosted by the Great Smoky Mountains Railroad, though I’ve never ridden with them outside the holiday season either. 

We grabbed McDonald’s on the way and carried it aboard. We were among the first to line up, waiting for the previous Polar Express passengers to return. My wife had also bought us matching pajama sets. While it’s a popular tradition for Polar Express riders, they weren’t exactly practical in the freezing weather. 

The train is decorated to reflect the book and the film. Ticket options vary, but the pricier tiers with meals aren’t really necessary. It’s better to eat beforehand or afterward; all you truly need is a comfortable seat and a table. 

Once the train departs, the crew dances through the aisles and spreads holiday cheer. Each passenger receives chocolate dollars, lukewarm hot chocolate, and a golden round‑trip ticket. After dark, visibility is poor, but the scenery becomes more enchanting as you approach the “North Pole.” I should note that only one side of the track feels convincingly designed. The other side is less immersive, with houses that look like ordinary North Carolina homes simply strung with Christmas lights. It left me wishing Disney would create its own version of the experience. As their signature magic might even make the adults believe in Santa. 

At the journey’s end, Santa presents each child with a silver bell, just as in the story. Alex adored his, and Lily treasured hers as well. I remember reading the book as a child, before the film was released, and it rekindled a sense of wonder in me. I loved the bell I received, too. For a moment, I felt like a little boy again in the Woodland Heights Elementary School library in Spartanburg, South Carolina, reading that beloved classic Yuletide book. All that said, I don’t think I would do it again. I’m not especially drawn to old trains, and the ticket price is rather steep. I would happily return to Bryson City someday to explore the town and its festive Polar Express village. But I did let Lily know this was likely our first and last ride on the Polar Express.