Last Friday night the town that I live in held it's annual Christmas Stroll in the Village. The street is closed up and the mom and pop businesses that usually close at sundown are open offering their wares and free hot chocolate, popcorn and sweet treats for all to enjoy.
My sister in law and I took our grandsons to see Santa and to get to enjoy the festivities through the eyes of a couple of four year olds. They truly did share the wonder of the season with us. In fact, it was quite contagious.
The street was closed off except to people walking and a couple of horse drawn carriages taking you from the top of the avenue to the bottom.
Those were the pictures I shared yesterday...our little guys thought they were the center of the parade and waved at all the on lookers the whole way. Oh, to feel that special again! This was the sleigh we rode in during the "parade".
Santa arrived on an antique fire truck after the lighting of the town Christmas tree.
I wasn't feeling quite up to par but I am so glad I didn't miss out on these memories. My little cowboy is already looking forward to next year...and so am I.
btw...some of you may be wondering if my grandson ever takes off his red (well worn...well loved) cowboy hat. The answer is yes...when he takes his bath and goes to bed! His mom frowns when he asks to wear it in public but gramma always says, "Yes, and your cowboy boots are fine, too." I know how quick this age will pass.
*all pictures via instagram