Boulder Creek starts the Christmas Season

All the towns around here have their town Christmas trees — as many towns do — since we live in the Redwoods, all of ours are Redwoods. They are huge. In my not-so-humble opinion, Boulder Creek has the best Christmas tree going. It’s huge and beautiful. I love driving into town at night and seeing it lit up at the end of town. Scotts Valley and Felton both have their trees lit up but their trees are lit in an odd way and look like giant potatoes draped with lights. Quite odd. {click}

Boulder Creek lit up our tree in our unique fashion tonight. We started the evening in a rather hectic way. Friends invited us to a party at their house. The plan was a potluck, then everyone walks down to town to watch the tree lighting, and then we walk back and eat dessert. Totally fun. I didn’t walk — terrible asthma right now — but it was a lot of fun.

Everyone gathers along our main road as it gets dark. A group is singing Christmas carols (badly), everyone is talking and socializing. It’s wonderful. It’s cold but not horribly so. And suddenly, there is a wail of sirens from the far end of town. The fire trucks are coming. They escort Santa into town riding high up on one of the trucks, waving at all the people.

 All the crowds listen (or try to) as Santa talks to everyone.  We were across the street and couldn’t hear a thing but no one minds.  It’s all fun.  The building there behind the crowd is a coffee shop called Rainbow’s End.  It is built around a Redwood Tree.  The tree goes up through the roof.  That is the tree that light’s up.  Watch carefully. . . .

There it is!  Isn’t that beautiful? You can see how tall and lovely it is.  It lights up the whole town at night in December.

I love this town.  Today was also our “Community Partnership Day.”  All the businesses in Town gave a portion of their profits to the school today.  Of course, we promoted this effort, the classes made posters, and passed out flyers.  We announced it in our classroom newsletters and on our website.  It’s this kind of effort that makes me love teaching in a small town — that and getting “Hi, Ms Miller”ed when we’re at events like this.

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