If you ask most people, they will tell you the down falls of living in an area that is remote. I say remote in a loose meaning of the term. Fifteen years in California spoils a girl. And a boy for that matter. Most of the places people live, they are no more than fifteen minutes away from, a mall, a grocery store, a movie theater, and restaurants.
We moved to Kansas and the reality here is, we are forty-five minutes from any of that. There is a little grocery store here in town and one ten miles away. But, they drive up prices and its not really budget friendly for our family. The mom and pop restaurants that are in town, well, let's just say that we haven't really found one that cooks things better than we can make them at home.
These things would make most people fold and leave. It makes some of our loved ones believe that its sub-standard living, that we are miserable and lying to ourselves about loving this small town. That is another blog post, for another time.
Then, in the spirit of whatever holiday is coming up, this town makes up for things tenfold. The townsfolk really get into the holidays around here.
The 4th of July is big, a parade, fireworks, a carnival comes to town. Memorial day and the county fair are combined into one big celebration.
Christmas is pretty sweet here too. It begins with a Lighting of the town square, and a visit with Santa himself, Hot Cocoa and cookies, horse drawn carriage rides, music.
The kids even get a sack full of goodies after seeing Santa.
We walk two blocks to the festivities.
On our walk to town square
Waiting in line for Santa, my two favorite people
Not bad for Mommy being sick, cute kid though
Watching Santa come in on the Fire truck
The man in red
Not shy at all, she made sure to tell him exactly what she wanted.
It was a fun night, with my favorite people, and that is what really counts.