People came from near and far. We had missed
that small town feeling. They hurried to
the village square to view the festivities of the
tree lighting. Firetrucks galore, some antique,
some big, some small. Each with unique sirens
and horns and all decorated with lights. Some
with Santa and his helpers aboard. It was the feeling
of small-town America celebrating traditions.
Earlier in the day we enjoyed shopping in small
shops on Main Street. We had been viewing the
preparations all week long. First came live fir trees
on Main Street. Later decorated with lights.
The big tree lighting ceremony in the village square.
As a child, I was mesmerized by visions of Santa on
his sleigh pulled by reindeer. To my surprise, there
was Santa above the streetlights and rooftops!
Magically, Santa appeared to cross over the street
above us! As we shopped and paused to rest our
feet, there were benches galore on the sidewalk.
Our daughter had invited us to celebrate Thanksgiving
with her. For the first time ever, we enjoyed the
tree lighting ceremony, singers, and parade of area
firetrucks. The parade wound down Main Street and
then past the library. Each truck had its own unique
sound. There was a chill in the air, so we bundled up
to view the parade and tree lighting. At home in
Upstate New York, there is an ice-skating rink near
our big tree. The village square where our daughter lives
brought back a flood of memories of my childhood
in Massachusetts. My heart prefers life in a small,
rural setting so I get nostalgic when I am reminded
of that childhood. My daughter had enjoyed her
year spent in a tiny German village where neighbors
came out to celebrate holidays. Life is good in hamlets
and villages. For me, home is where the heart is.
Happy December festivities to all! Enjoy the moment!