Sunday, December 27, 2009
Luminaries
So every year Quincy has this holiday light display for people to drive through in one of our local parks. There are various tableau of elves playing sports and reindeer baking cookies and Christ just kind of hanging out, all done up in hundreds of great fashion colors. They even play holiday music over a radio station with about a two-block radius. It is fun for children of all ages.
My parents like for us to go every year. We used to take the dogs, until there was a throwing up incident. I think we took my grandmother a couple of times, too, but since the fateful Christmas when I accidentally dropped her on the front lawn, she has been shockingly less interested in getting out and about. Go figure.
There is one small hitch, as indeed there would almost invariably be. They ask all cars coming in to turn off their headlights, presumably to preserve the artistic integrity of the display sponsored by Tim's Hunting Hut. But the headlights on my Corolla, we have found, do not in fact ever turn off. Ever. Unless you turn the car off, but that would sort of hurt your progress through the display. So we had to cruise through the entire exhibit with every other car we encountered flashing its lights at us and waving at us to turn off our lights. Which of course we could not do. In the true Christmas spirit, we managed to not only ruin it for everyone else but also for ourselves as well.
So every year Quincy has this holiday light display for people to drive through in one of our local parks. There are various tableau of elves playing sports and reindeer baking cookies and Christ just kind of hanging out, all done up in hundreds of great fashion colors. They even play holiday music over a radio station with about a two-block radius. It is fun for children of all ages.
My parents like for us to go every year. We used to take the dogs, until there was a throwing up incident. I think we took my grandmother a couple of times, too, but since the fateful Christmas when I accidentally dropped her on the front lawn, she has been shockingly less interested in getting out and about. Go figure.
There is one small hitch, as indeed there would almost invariably be. They ask all cars coming in to turn off their headlights, presumably to preserve the artistic integrity of the display sponsored by Tim's Hunting Hut. But the headlights on my Corolla, we have found, do not in fact ever turn off. Ever. Unless you turn the car off, but that would sort of hurt your progress through the display. So we had to cruise through the entire exhibit with every other car we encountered flashing its lights at us and waving at us to turn off our lights. Which of course we could not do. In the true Christmas spirit, we managed to not only ruin it for everyone else but also for ourselves as well.
