On Christmas Eve, many years ago, I lay quietly in my bed. I did not rustle the sheets. I breathed slowly and silently. I was listening for a sound I was afraid I'd never hear: the ringing bells of Santa’s sleigh.
—Opening Narration
On Christmas Eve, many years ago... I shit my bed. I did not rustle the sheets. I did not sheestle the ruts. I was afraid I'd never hear. I breathed slowly. I breathed silently. I shit my bed. I was listening... listening for the ringing bells... of Sans. (cue first four notes of Megalovania on a glockenspiel)
—"Train
" by Numberer1
" by Numberer1Train Hobo: By the way, do you believe in ghosts?
[Hero Boy shakes his head no]
Train Hobo: Interesting...
If it's penguins you expect to view, you surely haven't guessed, they all live down at the other end.
—The Conductor, performing "The Polar Express"
Hero Boy: I believe.
Santa: What was that you said?
Hero Boy: I believe... I believe this is yours.
—The Hero Boy finally hears the sound of the bell, then gives it to Santa.
This bell is a wonderful symbol of the spirit of Christmas, as am I. Just remember, the true spirit of Christmas lies in your heart.
—Santa
Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see.
—The Conductor
One thing about trains; it doesn't matter where you're going. What matters is deciding to get on.
—The Conductor
At one time, most of my friends could hear the bell. But as years passed, it fell silent for all of them. Even Sarah found, one Christmas, that she could no longer hear its sweet sound. Though I have grown old...the bell still rings for me. As it does for all who truly believe.
—Closing Narration
