• DOI:10.1145/1186015.1186043
• Corpus ID: 727418

The Polar Express: Copyright restrictions prevent ACM from providing the full text for this work.

@inproceedings{Allsburg2004ThePE,
  title={The Polar Express: Copyright restrictions prevent ACM from providing the full text for this work.},
  author={Chris Van Allsburg},
  booktitle={SIGGRAPH '04},
  year={2004}
}

• Chris Van Allsburg
• Published in SIGGRAPH '04 2004
• Art

Narrators 1-8 Narrator 1: 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-a sound a friend had told me I'd never hear-ringing bells of Santa's sleigh. Narrator 2 There's no Santa Narrator 3: my friend insisted, but I knew he was wrong. Late that night I did hear the sounds, though not of ringing bells. Narrator 4: From outside came the sounds of hissing steam and squeaking metal. I looked through my window and saw a train standing perfectly still in from of my house. Narrator 5: It was wrapped in an apron of steam. Snowflakes fell lightly around it. A conductor stood at the open door of one of the cars. Narrator 6: He took large pocket watch from his vest, then looked up at my window. I put on my slippers and robe. I tiptoed downstairs and out the door. Narrator 4: I took his outstretched hand and he pulled me aboard. Narrator 5: The train was filled with other children, all in their pajamas and nightgowns. We sang Christmas carols and ate candies with nougat centers as white as snow. Narrator 6: We drank hot cocoa as thick and rich as melted chocolate bars. Outside the lights of towns and villages flickered in the distance as the Polar Express raced northward. Narrator 7: Soon there were no more lights to be seen. We traveled through cold, dark forests where lean wolves roamed and white tailed rabbits hid from our train as it thundered through the quiet wilderness.