Today we performed at The Festival of Trees in Micke Grove Park in Lodi. We had a GREAT crowd – one little girl accidentally wandered into our set because she was so intent on watching our feet, of all things. We were able to pull several youngsters up to dance with us, which delighted them (I hope).
This performance, with all of its quaint holiday goodness, always kicks of the Christmas season for me. Afterwards, I no longer feel guilty for playing Christmas music or for having eggnog around. I buy my first bottle of apple cider to mull. It’s a festive day I can enjoy, and is the first date markers in the series of several this month (after today, I need to get cards in the mail and start shopping for items that need to be sent). After our monthly party next weekend, I will start the slow incline climb to panic as I become more and more frantic to put the last touches on homemade gifts, wrap, and ship those last items. But for tonight, I can listen to the King’s College choir, sip some hot cider, and stitch away in relaxed contentment.
