They parked in a lot by a laundromat and walked the rest of the way to Main and Lowell. Jim noticed many others doing the same thing.
The streets had been decorated for the holidays. Up around the stoplights and streetlights hung wreaths and garlands with holly berries and ivy. Snowflakes dangled from building fronts. On one end of the street, a menorah had been set up, too. He also spotted Santas and reindeer statues. Big colorful balls. Bells. Lights.
And Christmas carols blared from speakers, of course.
“At the end of the parade, they’ll dump snow, too,” Edward told him, taking Jim’s hand. “Fake snow, obviously.”
Jim grinned. “Obviously.”
Crowds swarming around vendor booths. Jim suspected just about everyone in Sutter’s Bay was there.
“Come on. I want to show you something,” Edwa
