I attended the Festival of Lights Christmas Parade in Downtown Bangor.
I have lived in Maine for twelve years, and before last night, I had attended the annual Christmas parade twice: one with my ex-wife during our only Christmas together in Maine, and once with the girlfriend who inspired The Retirement Party.
That means it’s probably been ten years since I crossed the bridge to stand out in the cold and look at the pretty lights.
That’s because when it comes to Christmas, I’m usually like this…
However, The Sweet Irish Girl found a way to get me to drop my guard and allow the Christmas Spirit to sneak into my heart.
Once that happened, there was no way I could avoid the parade this year. Besides, it was in the mid forties with no sign of ice or snow, so it was the perfect time to stand outside in the dark for an hour.
Lucky for you, Modern Philosophers, I brought my camera crew with me…
I’m glad they went with the name that rolls off the tongue a little easier.
Apparently, Snapple was too busy sponsoring my blog to sponsor the parade. I’m glad they chose to spend their money on me, but I would’ve given anything to see a Snapple truck lit up with Christmas lights.
I’ve never understood, however, why they named him Bananas.
If we’re hosting the Summer Olympics, that would just be strange!
And I thought Christmas was supposed to be a magic time of year. Sad face.
Emera is the electric company.
Santa Claus has come to town, Modern Philosophers. Time to be on my best behavior.
It was a wonderful experience, and I’m glad I went. I didn’t get a chance to speak to Santa Claus since he was swarmed by adoring children, but I’m sure he’ll Skype later and maybe even stop by The House on the Hill before he returns to the North Pole.