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We just got back from our town's Victorian Day parade. All of the parade participants get dressed up in Victorian era garb and walk down Main Street. We had never been before because we're usually in western Massachusetts visiting with my Grandma. It was a lot of fun. Henry scored lots of candy. He's gone from being totally shy at parades to completely working it. He stands roadside, makes eye contact with people and waves. What follows is a shower of candy, a mad scramble, and polite "Thank you"'s (which, in the interest of full disclosure, sometimes pop out of their own volition, and sometimes come only after vigorous parental prompting). Holly had the bejeebus scared out of her by the Grinch. She got a candy cane out of it, but I don't think that assuaged her fear at all. Santa isn't going to go over well this year, I can already tell. On top of a touch of stranger anxiety, she seems to have a general fear of men with beards.

After the parade, we headed to the downtown shops to take care of the rest of our Christmas list. We've got only one person left, and we have a general idea what we're going to get that person, so we're doing pretty well. On the way home, we stopped and got hot chocolates (Henry's with the marshmallows on the side, thankyouverymuch). Holly went to town on hers and is currently sleeping it off upstairs in her room. Dave, because he's a Scrooge, didn't get anything. I don't understand how he could resist, but he did.

I love days like today.