We get the night started with singing Christmas carols, the annual town hall tree lighting, and at the same time lighting all the trees and shops that line the main street in the village, and then the loud speakers play "Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus right down Santa Claus lane..." And you find yourself singing along with the crowd even though you told yourself and your spouse you were going to. I guess there is something just magical about Christmas lights, people gathered around in community, and seeing Santa roll in on a firetruck. I mean seriously, who could contain that joy.
It's been fun going each year, this being our third year. The first year I was uber pregnant with Lucy, like due the next day pregnant, last year it was unseasonably warm, and Lucy hung out on Eric shoulders most of the night, and this year it was freezing! So Lucy stayed home with grandma and papa while Molly got a night of mom and dad to herself. No matter the year or circumstances, I still find myself as giddy as the little kid next to me.