And by that I mean, on a Saturday afternoon at 5:30, sometimes, usually during holiday season, you must sit and watch about a zillion fire engines and police cars and random other vehicles decorated with Christmas lights and characters go by and by and by, while you sit in your car for twenty minutes trying to get out of the grocery store parking lot.
I did try to have the Christmas spirit as they went by and kids were waving and Santa and Mrs. Claus were waving and music was blaring . . . but I had items that needed to go in my freezer and it was still 55 degrees Farenheit outside and warmer in my car.
What was amazing was how long the train of vehicles and floats was. I noticed engines from three different nearby towns so this was a coordinated effort from more than one place.
I did find myself feeling a bit merrier when I finally was able to turn and then had to follow the slow moving parade (basically as the last vehicle) and I saw all the kids and parents standing along the road, waving and yelling and jumping up and down.
Don’t call me a Grinch. Although after seeing the kids all excited my heart did grow and grow and grow.
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