And then, at the last minute, I found myself running out the door without quite realizing I'd made the decision to scuttlw work. Because it's where I've been for 15 of the last 16 years on a special Sunday just around now. It's the start of my Christmas.
It's the Santa Claus Parade.
I knew I was getting closer when I found exhausted band detritus littering the streets
and the crowds made it official. I was in the right place. By the way - thanks to the Toronto Police for excellent crowd control that meant I - and other short people, like children) - could see the parade
There was even an errant elf
I missed most of the floats, but the bands were excellent. This one was especially stirring - there's something about flags waving in the wind with the sun streaming through them that lifts your heart.
I got up close and personal
Mrs. Claus' float signalled the almost-thereness of Santa and that's when the crowd lost all decorum, everyone streaming towards the front
It's amazing how many people will position themselves in front of a person in a wheelchair, just to make sure they (and their 6-month-old infant) will be able to see the man of the hour
So I used the cues of the crowd to determine how close he was. Yep. Getting closer.
And here is my Santa Study
waving to everyone (I love how many adults are there without kids, the giddy looks on their faces and how everyone sang along with Santa)
and saying goodbye for another year
And then, as I headed for home, I saw what is my other favourite moment of the day. Two handsome guys headed home (and the guys on their backs were pretty good-looking, too)
Every year, this day makes me happy. Thanks for bringing Christmas, Santa Claus Parade!