The Polar Express, or “black train” as it’s dubbed in our home, has been on repeat the last several days. I remember being a child when my mom read us the book by Chris van Allsburg. A beautiful book–not just the story but the rich pictures.
Years later my dad gifted me with a book, Santa My Life & Times, that was the autobiography of Santa Claus. It was my first year out on my own for reals. . .graduated from college, in my own home, with a big girl job. In the front Daddy wrote, among other things, “I hope you enjoy his story, for I know that in your heart you believe.”
I don’t remember being a Santa literalist. I recall Christmas Eves at my grandparents and the television program interrupted by the Santa tracker letting us know where he was in his journey around the world. I don’t know if my cousins were believers or not. I can’t recall a single conversation with anyone about Santa’s legitimacy. I knew where my presents came from.
But I love the idea of Santa. I love the spirit of Santa.
What’s all this have to do with “black train”? Well, the movie has some interesting additional characters, my favorites being the engineers, but they don’t really help me with my point. . .if I do have one. Steven’s favorite is the hobo, a curmudgeon of a man who Hero Boy encounters on the top of the train. At one point the hobo asks Hero Boy, “Do you believe in ghosts?” He answers with a no and hobo responds with “Interesting.”
We’re left to infer that the hobo is a ghost, an implication confirmed with his disappearing acts. Hero Boy’s disbelief in ghosts doesn’t make the hobo’s existence illegitimate. He’s still there. Hero Boy still interacts with him. The disbelief also doesn’t keep the hobo from helping the boy. The hobo gets the boy to the engine and keeps the boy, the girl, and the conductor from falling off the train.
The other interesting addition for me is Billy. The little boy who says Christmas just doesn’t work out for him. Billy-who has Christmas wishes and maybe this year they will come true. His short life experience seems to have taught him to not get his hopes up. Don’t believe in the improbable because it is most likely impossible.
But, he hears the bells. Despite it all, in his heart, he believes.
Belief, it seems, has little to do with what happens. Not believing doesn’t change existence and believing doesn’t change circumstances.
Belief has to do with the heart.
And maybe it has something to do with enriching the experience. It’s the Hero Girl of the movie with whom I most closely identify. It’s her love of the lights and the mystery and the joy and the gifts and the companionship.
It’s her belief in all that is good about Christmas.