Sometimes I wonder if my husband and daughter do things on purpose to foster my delusion that they cannot function without me or if it really does come naturally to them. I’m 600 miles away on a week long business trip last week and I see an email from my daughter’s cheerleading coach. It reads “There have been a few changes to our plans for Sunday’s Parade.” Hmm, changes? plans?? So there was a plan before today? This is the first I’ve heard of this plan and today is FRIDAY!
It turns out that the Cheerleading Squad was to ride on the Chamber of Commerce’s float in the annual Christmas Parade on Sunday. Oh good – because after a full week out of town I needed something to do with my Sunday afternoon. Lying around napping on the couch is overrated anyway. But it’s a Christmas Parade after all. It will be fun right? Have you BEEN to a small town Christmas parade?
First, you have to understand that in a small town if you have a convertible, a golf cart or a tractor you can and evidently should, be in the parade. If you are “Miss” anything you should also be in the parade. So you will see a 1995 Blue Mustang convertible with Miss Teen Terminx 2011 sitting on top waiving with a magnet on the side of the car advertising the local shoe repair shop. It’s best if you can attach tinsel to your golf cart, tractor or convertible or maybe some garland because that makes it more festive.
There are a few floats in the parade – as I mentioned my daughter was riding on one. They were performing cheers and throwing candy although they looked as if they were throwing shoes at rabid dogs rather than tossing Tootsie rolls to antsy toddlers. I think some of the cheerleaders should go out for softball. Anyway, there was one very disturbing float with a handful of women my age in sweats dancing the same exact dance the entire student body of my high school did at the prom. I said to my husband, “What the hell is that?” As the float went by I finally saw the sign on the back for the locally offered Zumba classes. I don’t know how many free classes those women got for agreeing to do that in public on a float in a small town Christmas Parade but it cannot possibly be enough.
Another interesting float was the Good Aim Baptist Church Nativity Scene. I am not making up the name of that church, I so wish I was. Joseph was dangling baby Jesus precariously over the edge of the float much to the annoyance of Little Mary. I’m not positive, but I think further down in the procession, once Mary got Baby Jesus back in her hands, she beat Joseph with him. Following behind them was a camel and a donkey. I feel it prudent to point out there were no wise men in connection with this float. If there had been wise men, they would have changed the name of that church!
If you count all the time we spent dropping Tink off at her designated location, finding a parking space, waiting for the parade to start, waiting for it to be over and returning home, we spent about three and a half hours doing “parade activities”. That’s a lot of time spent to see a camel, a donkey and a few golf carts!