The Festival of the Lights is an annual tradition in Turrialba during December. This is the dreariest month in Turrialba with lots of rain, fog, and chill and for the night of the festival there was a constant drizzle. All during the day of the parade, parents from our school helped create a fairy woodland scene on a float with the school name, all lit up with tiny lights. I put in a few hours stapling burlap to a magic tree trunk and skiriting the float with paper greenery but several other moms spent much more time than I preparing the float. They really wanted it to be a success because apparently the year before, the truck on which they rode, stopped and couldn't start again right in front of the mayor's stand at town center. It was very embarrassing. This year it was a success, and all the paper objects held up amazingly well in the drippy weather. The kids sang Christmas songs that Tim had taught them, although it was hard to hear their little voices over the giant generator and loud music of a huge truck float right ahead of us.
A funny little story...I bought a little nativity scene for our kids, and more than anyone, Zena, loved sticking her face right into the scene and declaring all the four-footed animals in the manger as "dog-dog". Then, she would pick up the tiny ceramic Baby Jesus and carry him around in her fist. The morning I was to take off to help with the school float, Baby Jesus was last seen being toted around by her, and then he disappeared and everyone was looking for him high and low but to no avail. Meanwhile I had nursed her and off I went to float making. About two hours after helping with the float, I noticed a hard lump protruding from inside my bra, and when I dug around a little, who should I find but Baby Jesus! I had a good laugh and so did everyone else at home when I told them what happened.
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