Merry Christmas, my dear, dear peeps!
For my Christmas entry, I thought that I would share a few of pictures (most taken with my less-than-stellar phone) with you of the trip to center city that my mother, brother and I managed to squeeze into our hectic schedules to see the Wanamaker's Show of Lights. This trip has been one of my favorite Christmas traditions for as long as I can remember. The show was introduced in 1956, and has gone through a number of changes--many of which I remember firsthand because that's how old I am--but no matter if the department store is called Wanamakers or Strawbridges or Macy's, no matter if the lights are incandescent or LED, no matter if the dancing water fountains or if the show is narrarated by John Facenda or Julie Andrews, as soon as the department store lights dim and the lighted bears blow their horns, it feels like magic.
Between each show the Christmas tree changes colors while "snow" falls down the light screen.
Blue and purple...