Santa arrives at the town dock by boat.
Main Street lights up and stores stay open late.
Main Street lights up and stores stay open late.
Marauding bands of high schoolers sing Christmas carols in four-part harmony.
The Baptists put together not just a living Nativity but a recreation of the whole little town of Bethlehem in the church basement.
The Baptists put together not just a living Nativity but a recreation of the whole little town of Bethlehem in the church basement.
There's even a parade (perhaps a dozen emergency vehicles and a handful of floats bearing Cub Scouts and the swim team and the like), followed by a tree-lighting and fireworks over the harbor.
The sidewalks and village greens are mobbed, everyone knows everyone else, and even the atheists are in a good mood.
The sidewalks and village greens are mobbed, everyone knows everyone else, and even the atheists are in a good mood.
Does this all sound too Norman Rockwell? I suppose it is, but once a year it's a worthy exercise to put aside one's cynicism and enjoy the spirit of the season.
Happy holidays, everyone.
Happy holidays, everyone.
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