When we lived in the Big City, we tried that drive-through holiday lights business at the local park. Traffic was bumper to bumper, and we all began feeling a bit claustrophobic.
When we moved to our little town, we found out the local sculpture park had a similar thing, so we decided to give it a go.
Of course there were a few less lights, but there was also no traffic. The kids were in awe, noses pressed to the windows, not wanting to miss a detail. This year, Ellery cried for the last five minutes of the path because “it’s going to be oooooover!”
I adore this moment that occurs each year. It’s such fantastic, small-town, schmaltzy family time.