Christmas Parade

On a pretty street in small town America a parade was about to begin. Folks gathered at the street long before anything was scheduled, just for the thrill of standing in the frosty air, appreciating the homes decked out in their Christmas glory, and looking down the street in anticipation of the first parade vehicle.



I suppose if you lived in said small town, you would have also used this time to chat with your neighbors, but we didn't recognize anyone. I suppose neighbors change when you've been married and gone for 26 years. However, familiar faces on the street corner or not, this place does hold a special place in our hearts as it is where Mom was born and raised. It's also home to two people we love very dearly. Oh, look! Here they come now!


My grandparents were given the privilege of being the "honorary parade marshals," representing the seniors of the town. It was fun to hear one of the town leaders over a loud speaker announcing who they were. As he listed their many accomplishments and contributions to the town, I felt a swell of pride. And I really appreciated that he said raising "Rodney and Kimberly" was among the most important. Of all the wonderful things my grandparents have done, I most respect their dedication to discipling their children in the fear and admonition of the Lord.


Of course, that was our favorite "float" and the reason we drove to the parade, but we still lingered to see the rest, enjoying the night air and Christmas cheer.



We really appreciated the floats representing the real Reason for the season. Mary and Joseph headed the parade and were followed by the shepherds and wisemen. And there were some thoughtful floats by local congregations telling the story of Christ's life from birth to the cross to His return. It was a beautiful reminder of why we celebrate this time of year.


This "country" girl very much enjoyed her time at the small town parade, and being the granddaughter of the honorary parade marshals was an honor. I felt like I should be in the Donna Reed Show with the small town feel of the parade, which really touched my nostalgic, vintage-loving, little heart. Not to mention, university bands are certainly not something we get to enjoy when our tiny parade goes by! However, next year I plan to remember the frosty weather and so to take along gloves! :)