Perhaps we'll wait another year or so before returning to Toronto's Santa Claus Parade. If we wait until the mighty Morgen is older, she can join the hoards of children reclaiming the normally traffic-clogged Bloor Street with chalk drawings and pick-up street hockey. As it was, Morgen spent the pre-parade hour playing in a nearby park with her Grandpa and Daddy while Mommy and Grandma guarded her front row seat. Waiting for the parade to begin, Morgen fussed a bit, snacked a bit, and toddled around the curb in front of the spectators a bit. Five minutes into the thing she asked for a blankie and fell asleep in my arms. Twenty two marching bands crashed and honked by us, 1500 clowns threw candy, people dressed as giant skunks, dogs, butterflies, princes and princesses processed along the street, and still she slept. Until the big man arrived. Then, she smiled and waved...after all, the girl has got her priorities straight.
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