We had one of those blessed Mondoville events in the morning with the annual Christmas parade. The Spawn marched in it, along with the rest of the Mondoville High band, as the lead-in to Santa Claus’s finale.
Mrs. M and I got there early, after dropping the Spawn off at the designated staging area, and staked out a spot on a city bench along the Main Street parade route. About half an hour later, the parade began, filled with the whole Norman Rockwell business — fire engines both antique and modern (which reminded me of my grandfather the fire fighter/engine driver), police cars, a local car club, 4-H, FFA, various churches, and two Shriners on tiny motorcycles. As I said, the Mondoville marchers were the penultimate paraders, complete with a flag routine that was created just moments before the parade started, but smoothly and flawlessly executed.
I grabbed a meatball sub after the parade and met the Spawn at home, and enjoyed the Christmas gift of small-town life. As I said, a very good day indeed.