I don't remember when it started, but Glen would take us to Main Street every year at Christmas time. I love going there any time of the year, but there is magic in the air during the holiday season. It's a trip back in time with period Carolers, Santa's from around the world, horse drawn carriage rides, and freshly baked cookies.
There were a few years when it was just the two of us. There were years when we all went. When "people" started complaining about going (too cold, boring, football is on) I explained that it was a gift to me that we do this tradition every year.
And once we are there, everyone gets into the spirit.
This past Sunday afternoon was the day of our annual trip.
I was not disappointed.
Just being there filled me with the spirit of Christmas and took my mind off anything else.
Peyton and Chloe were so interested in everything in the Irish shop that I couldn't have been prouder of them. They even started talking in Irish brogue to amuse me.
That got them each a chocolate covered strawberry and a soda. In and out of little shops, they didn't ask for anything.
At one point, Peyton saw a perfect gift for his dad.
Grandpa took him in to make the purchase.
See? The spirit of giving took hold.
They were even cooperative for photos and looked for good backgrounds for me.
The last stop was the giant Christmas tree. The ornaments were as big as a dodge ball.
Wasn't this a great shot that they saw for me?
I don't have many gifts bought.
I don't have many cookies baked.
I don't have anything wrapped.
But I do have a wonderful gift that my family gave to me.