We awoke Saturday morning to a winter wonderland . . .
While members of this hodge-podge of a Christmas band do receive music ahead of time, there are no rehearsals; yet they manage to come together in grand fashion all the same . . .
This year, a little girl and I became fast friends. She loved me for my camera, mind you, but I didn’t mind. She threw her arm around my shoulders and together we watched the spectacle, below. Every once in awhile she’d look at me and say, “Where’s your papa?” So I’d zoom in, and we’d have ourselves a better look . . .
To me, it’s the perfect start to Christmas. For a brief moment in time, it’s not about the most impressive light display, price tags, or important to-dos. It’s a community—young and old, rich and poor—coming together to celebrate the simplest (and greatest) of joys . . .