So lately I've been feeling old. Whereas I used to get super excited at the first mention of Christmas approaching, this year the thought of the holiday just feels like work.
When did I become such a fucking curmudgeon?!
Lucky for me, Santa Claus rolled through the streets of Toronto yesterday during the 105th annual Santa Claus Parade, and managed to push me one step closer to accepting that Christmas spirit back into my life.
The event became a family affair, as my cousin Kelly joined me on Bloor St. to watch and provide commentary on the spectacle of floats and paraders ahead of us.
The parade certainly didn't disappoint, with old favourite floats rolling down the street: Mother Goose, Clifford the Big Red Dog, and Mr. Potato Head.
There were also some pretty impressive new entries, including a float of the characters from Disney's upcoming animated feature the Princess and the Frog.
My fave float, meanwhile, involved a bunch of fashion-forward forest creatures, sponsored by Yorkdale Mall.
I caught myself more than once dancing to the marching bands' music, and reveling in the children's reactions to the parade.
And in fact, I may have excitedly squealed "He's almost here!" to my cousin, upon first glance of the big guy in red off in the distance.
So yeah, I'm almost ready to accept outrageous mall traffic, blinding Christmas lights and Celine Dion singing Christmas carols back into my life.
I suppose for a few brief moments, the Santa Claus Parade meted my cold, aged heart.
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