The other night, Roger took to bed early to head off a cold, and I suggested a surprise holiday outing to Caroline. We made up a batch of hot chocolate, filled our travel mugs, and ventured out for a drive around town to see the Christmas lights. We had a lovely time, pausing in front of each especially well-lit home to gaze in admiration and sip our cocoa.
One of our favorite sights in town is a metal sculpture of a horse grazing alongside a walking path. As we went by, Caroline said, "Mom, that horse needs a Christmas treat!" We looked at each other and grinned. Luckily, the grocery store was still open and we were able to pick out a wreath and bow to decorate him.
So, there we were, at 10:30 at night, giggling and adorning this steed with his own Christmas wreath. We dashed back to the warmth of the car to admire our handiwork -- he looks stunning and placidly happy now, we agreed.
I cruised by today to take a daylight picture.
I wonder how many folks will notice?
We had so much fun that Caroline and I decided that we will make that late night (well, late night for an 11 year old) city tour an annual event.
Spreading holiday cheer, one wreath at a time...