Earlier this month Mom and Dad took me to Lebanon, Ohio’s annual horse-drawn carriage parade.
At first I sort of thought they were crazy for taking me—it was so, so cold and there were so many people and we had to park so far away and by the time we got the parade it had started and we couldn’t cross the street to stand with Nini and Pop Pop who had been saving us spots for a really long time.
But then a really nice woman gave us her spot on a bench so I was able to see!
There were so many horses—big ones and miniature ones and carriages pulled by six of them! And all the carriages were decorated, some with lights. I kept reminding Mom what horses say, in case she forgot. (It’s “neigh,” by the way.)
But then Santa came. (He’s so scary.) And people started cheering and clapping. (People are so scary.)
The parade ended and Nini and Pop Pop quickly crossed the street—with homemade hot chocolate!
Mom says nothing is better than her mom’s hot chocolate on a cold winter day but I have to wait until I’m a little older to have some.
By this time I was back to thinking Mom and Dad were crazy. It was cold! But fun. I’ll go again next year. Well, only if Santa doesn’t show. And maybe the other people could not come, too.
“Love is like swallowing hot chocolate before it has cooled off. It takes you by surprise at first, but keeps you warm for a long time.” —unknown
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