Every year my family goes to the local nature center’s holiday light display. And every year it turns into a complete disaster. Sam always ends up bent out of shape about something. There was the year I dragged TEN people out of my house on Christmas Eve to go to the display only to find out that they were closed on Christmas Eve. And you can’t forget last year when we lost Quinn’s shoe in a bush.
But because we are gluttons for punishment—or creatures of habit—we go back every year.
This year was different. We set expectations ahead of time and we were there right when it opened, so it wasn’t incredibly busy. We had enough cash to buy hot chocolate and chocolate chip cookies. And there was even a table with four (close enough) chairs for us to sit in and eat at. The planets aligned for us.
Sometimes it’s nice to have an easy, non-dramatic Team Stimey outing. No humor here tonight, folks. Just pretty lights and cute children.