We Wish You a Merry Spit-mas

After a dreary, grey, and snowy afternoon, the skies finally cleared tonight, and Lily and I bundled up against the cold to meet Daddy downtown for some supper and Lancaster's annual tree-lighting ceremony.



The highlight of the night is always the Tuba Christmas. Every year, several dozen tubas and their players gather on the square in front of the newly-lit tree and play a slow, low medly of Christmas standards. Lily, for her part, perched atop Daddy and blew long, wet, loud, enthusiastic raspberries the entire time. Really, it seemed a rather appropriate accompaniment to the tubas. She stopped her spitting only long enough to smile for this picture. Silly girl.