The boy shook the bell. It let out a crystalline ring that echoed through the house. His parents looked at it, smiling but puzzled. "What a beautiful bell," his mother said. "Too bad it’s broken." "It’s not broken, Mom," the boy whispered.
But as they climbed into the jagged peaks of the , the boy felt a tug on his heart. He reached into his pocket and found only a hole. The silver bell—the one he had received from Santa himself at the North Pole, the one that rang with the purest sound he’d ever heard—was gone. THE POLAR EXPRESS - Sony Pictures Imageworks - ...
The snow fell in heavy, silent clumps as the massive locomotive hissed to a halt on a quiet suburban street. The boy, standing in his pajamas on the frozen lawn, stared up at the impossible sight: the , its iron skin glistening under the moonlight. The boy shook the bell