After church today we dropped Katie off at the public park in town with her dance group so that she could be in the Christmas parade. We went home long enough to give Finn a little love, then back to town to watch the parade. And despite the overcast skies and cold temperature, it was certainly... something!
Really, I think nothing says "Merry Christmas" like a zombie-mobile.
Unless, perhaps, it's a corps of ax whirling ...? Well, I was so startled by the waving axes that I failed to notice what this group calls itself*. But they certainly look jolly and just radiate "peace on earth" vibes, don't they?
To be fair, there were some "normal" floats.
And, in a surprising and truly delightful change from tradition, the long, long line of emergency vehicles did not blare their sirens as they drove slowly past us. I really appreciated that.
I always love the old tractors.
But this family looked to me to have gotten into the parade accidentally. They were headed out to the back forty to feed the ... somethings, and next thing they knew they were part of a long line of tractors rolling through town. Disconcerting when that happens, isn't it?
And then some things just utterly defy explanation.
But here is Katie, in back of the dance studio's float (because she didn't want to be put to work keeping baby dancers from falling off the flatbed, but, as she said afterwards, walking was a good way to stay warm anyway!).
Lest you get the wrong idea, there really were some cute entrants!
Just look at how nice Ed's tree is! A perfect fit, and Katie, as usual, is doing a lovely job decorating it.