For three years now Jon and I have have enjoyed this event with our friends Dave and Sarah; they leave their daughter with her grandparents, as we leave Calvin with his, then we enjoy a dinner of adult-only company before we bundle up and spend several hours wandering the streets of Christmas past, enjoying caroling, mumming, roasted chestnuts, and wassail, ending in a fireworks display over the old time village. We love it, even the cold, and it wouldn't be Christmas any more without this night.
Mummers on the main street
Carolers in the gazeebo
Dave, Sarah, and Jon listening about Christmas in this 1920s parlor
