Every year we walk around our lake and up a few blocks north and sit on the same downtown street with friends, family, neighbors, and strangers, so that we may watch the annual Christmas parade. Every year we break out sandwiches, chips, cookies, hot cocoa, etc. and share. Every year we watch the people walk up and down the streets before the parade begins and as evening settles in. Every year we watch the fireworks sparkle and light up the sky signaling that the magic is on its way. Every year we remember the year before and the year before and the year before....
And every year each of us, no matter our age, feels a little bit like a child again.
Traditions. They are so precious aren't they?