Thanksgiving is mere hours away now. Which means Christmas Eve is 31 days off right now. That came quick, huh?
As of yesterday, downtown has been swagged, glitzed, and wreathed for the holidays.
Snow is allready capping the mountains in the distance, the air has that bite one only finds near the holidays. Flakes have decended upon Roanoke, especially last night when they flew like mad.
The magic is beginning. Roanoke is stepping back in time, as it always does for the holidays. It becomes a place of wonder, a place of cheer. Walking around the market, with the PA system putting holiday music on the wind.
The History Museum at Center in the Square will be displaying the "Fantasyland" exhibit as they do every year. Maybe this year I will get to see it. The tree lighting at Wachovia Plaza, the Dog Parade (poor things, having to dress up... ), the whole Dickens of a Christmas thing itself.
Oh, what will I be doing this weekend?
A little of this and that.
And yes, the Pilgrims DID have popcorn, toast, and ice cream sundaes. The pretzel sticks we are still unsure about.
More to come.. as always.
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