Last weekend we visited Christmas town at Busch Gardens Williamsburg. After seeing all the hundreds of thousands of lights twinkling everywhere one looked, I will never again complain about the three strands in my dining room that refuse to cooperate.
When I was a kid Santa’s were usually heavyset guys with a barely attached fake beard who smelled like garlic and sometimes whiskey. We still believed. Gullible and innocent as we were, my parents told us that even though it wasn’t the big guy, it was a look-alike helper.
Now I find that Santa’s almost everywhere are real! I’m an adult and I believe. Do you think it’s because kids these day are a little smarter than we were?
As we traveled the much-lighted pathways we soon found ourselves at the Fest House. Yes, fest house, where they sang almost all of the carols I’ve ever heard. I admit it I joined in even off key I couldn’t damage the mood.
The highlight came as my husband tried to scale Mt. Chocolate (cake). He didn’t want the world to see him eat this gargantuan confection so I edited him out, trust me--- the cake was as big as his head.
Hope you all are enjoying the holiday as much as I am.
I got lucky and won a gorgeous Santa from Maddy at Santa and the Mrs.. Check out her awesome blog! I love, love, love him and I believe.