This weekend, we attended a Christmas festival in my hometown of Chickamauga, Georgia. Now, Chickamauga used to have big events, like our “Down Home Days.” Down Home Days once even had Charlie Daniels Band as their musical act for the night.
Chickamauga no longer has fun events, but they think they might want to change that. They’ve started an organization to foster community growth, and they’re planning family-friendly events for every season. Sure, the two we’ve been to before Christmas in the Streets were kind of a bust, but I am an eternal optimist when it comes to this sort of thing.
Christmas in the Streets promised over 70 vendors, live music, and most importantly: a parade. Critter had never been to a parade before, so this seemed great.
In years past, events like this drew huge crowds, so we walked from a nearby subdivision into the downtown area. This was not necessary until almost time for the parade, because there was lots of free parking available. By the time we arrived, an hour and a half before the parade, many of the vendors had turned in for the night. No worries, though. Justin was still able to get a funnel cake for himself, which he believes to be the most important part of any big event.
We wandered around the remaining vendor stalls until 30 minutes before the parade was supposed to start, when we staked out a spot on the side of the road. A few minutes later, a few of our friends met up with us, because it’s a small town and you’re going to see SOMEONE you know, whether you like it or not.
The parade started late, and by the time the emcee was done with the pre-parade announcements, the crowd was starting to get antsy. We made it through about half of the incredibly slow parade before the cold proved too much for the baby and we had to make a break for it.
We ended the night by making homemade hot chocolate in the warmth of our own home.
Although Christmas in the Streets didn’t quite live up to my expectations, it was much better than the two events we’ve attended in Chickamauga earlier in the year. And hey, we got some good pictures. Isn’t that what really matters?