Yesterday, we drove downtown to watch the tree lighting at Esther Short Park. On the way, I tuned in the radio station that plays Christmas music all the time. Wacky optimist that I am, this seemed like a most pleasant way to spend the evening - wandering around the park on a crisp night, enjoying some activities with friends, listening to local musicians, squealing for Santa. No. The Young Cynic wondered, loudly & in a crabby tone, why people bother putting lights on such a huge tree and who cares about seeing it light up? Plus, how will we find our friends in such a big crowd? What KIND of activities will there be and will they even be FUN?
But the most troubling part of this very poorly planned outing? When people mess up Christmas songs by changing the tune or singing the words in a "weird" way, or WORSE - making up stupid stuff like girls wishing for only one present and that's A BOYFRIEND. (Okay, I have to admit it is a corny concept but I can't help singing along with Mariah...).
We finally made it to a parking space without me having to slam on the brakes
The Ghost of Teenage Christmas Future
A surprise appearance by our favorite balloon guy EVER
Not Your Average Joe tames the grouchy beast
Face painting seems to help
(though he did first request a savage-looking Santa)
Paige, far more silver-lining than her brother
In person, the tree was not at all blurry.
(We're thinking about our Saturday night getaway...)
May your holidays be bright
(not blurry, unless you want them that way)
and may all your Christmas songs make sense.