We’re less than a week from Thanksgiving, on the cusp of Christmas! I can sense traces of ginger cloves nutmeg in the air, a lighter bounce in everyone’s step, all ages getting wide eyed & full of anticipation over the welcome sight of family & friends, of the coming season of hope, promise & joy.
In our teeny tiny household, it officially kicks off tomorrow with the 57th Hatboro Holiday Parade, a tradition reaching back pre-John, when Mom, Mim & I would hie ourselves over to that delightful little town with real-deal charm. Mim was always mortified when I wept as the high school & elementary school marching bands went by – always gets to me, all those impossibly young, high stepping musicians. John & I upped the experience, starting out with lunch at Hatboro Dish, which closes at 2:00 p.m., just as the parade begins. It’s one of the happiest days of a spectacularly happy time of year.
Next Sunday, it’s up to Newtown for the McCaffrey’s Holiday Parade, also a 2:00 p.m. start. Alas, not as magical as years ago, when the parade was held at night, it still fills me with wonder & delight. How can it not be? In the town where John & I met, fell in love & courted, put on by a food market that has a super special place in my heart – a Lockhart Ladies Christmas tradition was a trip over to the Princeton, NJ location, going into the store in the middish afternoon, heading out the back to the enclave of other must-go Princeton Shopping Center stores, then back out to the car at dusk, with the images of ballet dancers in the studio that was over McCaffrey’s dancing in our heads. So many beloved memories, tied up in one truly super supermarket; one of many layers in our Holiday Parade experience!
Quite weepish at the moment, with memories of Mom & Mim & John all jumbled together. Mom was the heart of my Christmas, no one did Christmas better than my sister & John is better than any Christmas wish I ever made.
Let the magic begin!