Raining on our Parade
Clayton and Cheyenne are in their uniform. The sound of jingle bells was very enjoyable. It made me want to sing.
Last Saturday the bustling city of Plantersville hosted its annual Christmas parade. Plantersville is a town that sits at one intersection of a farm to market road and a state highway. It has a corner store/gas station. Three restaurants occupy lots facing the highway. There is a post office, town hall, a couple of churches, volunteer fire station, and a liquor store.
It was a beautiful day! I don’t know if my sarcasm came across in writing. It poured the whole night before the parade. It continued to drizzle and/or sprinkle the entire morning and throughout the town event. I thought for sure that the attendance of people participating in the parade and the onlookers would be extremely small. Who wants to be outdoors on a cold and rainy day? Not me.
Honestly if my children and husband were not members of the Grimes County Junior Deputy Sheriff Mounted Posse who were riding in the parade, then I would have been enjoying the warmth of a fire in my living room. I apparently have much less town spirit than other residents in this area.
Shame on me after watching the parade. There was a great turnout for the parade. Cars and families lined the main street to watch and cheer. In addition, more floats and entries showed up than I remember from last year. Of course, the Posse rode in formation with most of the officers carrying flags. Everyone looked sharp in their uniforms, but the horses grabbed my attention. Most of the horses wore bells across their chests. Stockings full of candy hung from the saddle horns from which riders threw candy and boxes of crayons to the crowds.
My family riding together in formation.
Anderson High School Cheerleaders had a float. They entertained people with dances choreographed with seasonal music. Local business were represented with floats and/or cars. A man with his small son drove an antique John Deere tractor. A trail ride group rode horses with a chuck wagon leading the way. Fire trucks deafened the crowd with their shrill and extremely loud sirens. There were many more entries and participants, but you get the idea.
What I loved about it was the spirit of the parade. The smiles, the candy raining down on onlookers, the squeals of delight from children, the chorus of “Merry Christmas” combined to overpower the dreariness of the day. The coldness and wetness and discomfort faded into the background. And, a sense of community and good cheer filled the air.
My favorite part was when the parade reached its stopping point and turned around. So you got to enjoy the parade coming and going. You got to see everything twice. In the end, the Posse won a trophy for the Best Trail Ride Entry. The kids were surprised and excited to receive an award, but the best part was having fun in a local community. It may
have literally rained, but it did not rain on our parade.
And there they are again. I got them coming and going.
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