Christmas parade each year. This is my 5th year to participate.
I begin at the crack of dawn by drinking my coffee and trying not to drink too much....because we all know how easy it is to get all bundled up like Randy on The Christmas Story movie....then have to go Wee Wee....
During the hectic getting dressed in the ONLY dressing room at the city office, we
pause to remember this moment.
Pausing again....at this point, I am realizing I might have drank too much coffee...see the blurr?
Here is the rest of the room in their panic frenzy to get ready to leave by 8:15.
(Picture taken at 8:27a.m.)
Notice Carly to the left.....no frenzy there! She is so patient.
Here is the group picture....oh wait, see the GIRL penguin in the back...
something is terribly wrong here...
We COULD blame it on the early morning frenzy...
but I'm going to say it is GLOBAL WARMING...
Our little penguin is just "not right".
Magic somehow managed to put on the body BACKWARDS...ba haaaa.
Here we have the The Three Musketeers...Tiffani, Regan and Paige.
AKA, Elmo, Hello Kitty and Tigger.
Here is the rest of the room in their panic frenzy to get ready to leave by 8:15.
(Picture taken at 8:27a.m.)
Notice Carly to the left.....no frenzy there! She is so patient.
Here is the group picture....oh wait, see the GIRL penguin in the back...
something is terribly wrong here...
We COULD blame it on the early morning frenzy...
but I'm going to say it is GLOBAL WARMING...
Our little penguin is just "not right".
Magic somehow managed to put on the body BACKWARDS...ba haaaa.
Here we have the The Three Musketeers...Tiffani, Regan and Paige.
AKA, Elmo, Hello Kitty and Tigger.
Here is the rest of the bus....ready for take off.
At the first stop, we gather for prayer...the big blue guy will lead us in prayer.
Quick shot of our tootsies. Did I mention that Terri and I are BAREFOOT in those shoes.....OUCH! We felt every bump, rock, heavy foot in those shoes.
Our regular shoes wouldn't fit inside them.....OUCH, OUCH, OUCH!
Thanks Chelle for being the PRESIDENT and only member!!
To learn how these sweet looking ducks are really evil in
feathers.....CLICK HERE.
Although, this year I admit....they were subdued somewhat....might be
Although, this year I admit....they were subdued somewhat....might be
because there was no BLUES CLUES to mess with.
Can you find Waldo, er uh, Terri in that crowd?
Some of the children decide the big very friendly characters are just not that FRIENDLY looking...so they stay in the room and protect themselves behind their
very brave teacher.
By the way, the two adorable red heads are my great nephews....don't ask me which is which....one is Jayson and one is Noah. I still can't tell them apart.
Sign #1 that I drank too much coffee.
In between stops, we play the ever popular "Balance a candy can between your lip and nose" game.
Signs of the times....Kids just aren't that into Santa when compared to Elmo and the Mouse couple.
nope, not an elf that got his hand under Santa's sleigh...
just my silly sister trying to get the semis to honk their horn.
Clue #2 that I drank too much coffee.....
More balancing of the candy cane......
More balancing of the candy cane......
not rear end the car in front of them.....
Our littlest visitor....my other great nephew, Tristan. I know that it IS Tristan because there is only ONE of him. I'm good like that.
Please don't judge him for what his parents dress him in....
he can still turn out good.....I know he can, I know he can.
These people are awesome. We go there just in time to catch most of them
having lunch. One swore that it was poison, the other said it was miracle food.
This is NOT Sydni's favorite place because....some of the residents really like short dresses....well, some are just fascinated to find what is UNDER the short dresses.
Just ask my other daughter, Carly, why she was VERY glad she wore jeans under her Minnie Mouse dress one year.
Sydni chooses to NOT WAVE....her hands were pre-occupied.
Mr. and Mrs. Baker have been married 72 years. Usually Great-grandma is
a little cranky when we come. This time was extra special....she very excited to see them and smiled and smiled and smiled. Alzheimer's had reared it's ugly head to her, but she is not going to let it rob her of happiness.
A very tender moment with Carly and Great-grandpa.
Back to the bus and more candy cane balancing.....
One last "get rid of the coffee" stop....
Back to the bus and more candy cane balancing.....
One last "get rid of the coffee" stop....
and we are DONE (about 7 hours later) for 2 hours....then we start all over again dancing the jig
through the parade in 32 degree weather...and believe it or not, we SWEAT.
5 comments:
I thought my mom was the only woman who dressed up regularly. As an elf. Every.year...well, that IS what they called her before she retired from the Air Force Reserves - seriously, they called her "Elf"! She's only 4'11" - it seemed only natural (to her) that she dress up as Santa's helper every year for all of the Christmas events. My step-dad was Santa each year before he retired as well. (And my step-dad's nickname was "Magic" because he is a magician...he makes for a very entertaining Santa! :) And I am pretty sure that the whole dress-up thing has NOTHING to do with their last name: JOLLY. Not EVEN joking! :) Now they are getting my neice in on the action - my mom just bought her a new costume...it scares me... :)
Okay, you win the BEST post award for the week. What an amazing experience. I got such a kick out of the whacky fun you had with Sister and friends.
Thanks for sharing all the fun with us, too.
M.L.
that's just the sweetest post I've read all day!
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I'll play along!
Aww,how fun!
I love a Christmas Parade.
Love the Elf costumes!
The one thats put on here in my town is a huge deal and there are floats and awards etc.
My mother was in this years parade,she was on the Red Hat Ladies float.
I could tell you needed to go the bathroom because your toes were curled up. That should have given you a clue. hahhahaha
Kim
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