Tonight, we closed out the weekend by loading the kids up in the car, swinging through the McDonalds' drive through, and taking a drive to check out some of our town's more impressive Christmas light displays. It's a tradition of ours --the McDs, the kids in pajamas-- because people 'round here go to amazing lengths to put together some pretty spectacular set-ups. This rather lousy photo is from our last foray of the evening:
It's from our loop around the so-called Candy Cane Lane. Every year, just about every house on this street puts up really impressive displays, featuring popular characters --like Cars-- and other more traditional figures. It's a lot of fun to listen to the kids calling out oh! There's Lightning! and I see Buzz Lightyear!.
Lambie came with us --you can see one of his ears on the dashboard-- but I treasure this tradition in part because I can remember Logan coming along with us and oohing and aahing over the lights.
Traditions are so such sweet blessings.
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