So I am a columnist now and this is my first one covering local events in our area:
Every year
when my younger girls beg us to take them to Layton Commons Park to see their Christmas
lights, I have never envied the trailer riders sitting on hay in a truck-pulled
trailer. I couldn’t figure out why anyone would want to look at lights out in
the cold when there was a perfectly warm family bus for us to sit in while
viewing the plethora of jolly lights.
However,
after 16 years of seeing the lights snapped inside of a seat belt, I decided it
was high time for us to brave the cold and see what all the hype was about
since the hay riding gig looked extremely popular. Besides, what mother can
resist the lure of “forced family fun?”
It is fairly
difficult to find an activity our entire family enjoys, especially when we have
two children in their teen years and a pair of kids in early elementary grades.
I thought this would be the perfect win-win scenario for everyone. I
underestimated the olders’ pleasure though, beginning with their lack of
excitement helping me comb through the mountainous pile of winter stuff in
search of the rogue mittens and boots for our clan.
Another
reason for my lack of commitment to the hay adventure was my thinking it was
just a marketing scheme by the local burger shop where you start the hay ride, so
I was pleasantly surprised when we walked into the Burger Stop on 323 East
Gentile in Layton, visited with Santa for a minute, then purchased our hay ride
tickets from the Wasatch Rods and Customs club sitting at the front of the
store next to a big sign saying all the proceeds were going to the Safe Harbor
Domestic Violence Center and Honor Flight for Korean and Vietnam Veterans.
Now that I
felt I was doing my part in the Christmas-giving department, I felt even
perkier about the adventure. We hopped aboard our waiting hay chariot, once
drawn by horses when the event started 21 years ago we were told, but when so
many people started showing up, us impatient souls lent the way to Layton City
lending their trucks for a speedier pace.
The trailer
set out toward the lights and I have to confess, I was slightly envious of the
warm cars lined up behind our trailer, but something surprising happened as we
passed the first set of lights, which happened to be the nativity scene in
front of the LDS Institute building for Layton High School students.
A few days
prior to our hay riding adventure, I was braving the Christmas shopping crowds,
checking my list twice and determining which of my children had been naughty or
nice, with my thoughts far from the true spirit of the season.
As I looked
upon the lighted manger with its heavenly babe lying in a pile of hay, I
couldn’t help noticing that the hay I was sitting on was slightly
uncomfortable, certainly not infant-worthy, and yet that is exactly how He
began his life.
As the stars
shone down on us, the other passengers on our hay ride spontaneously started
singing Christmas carols, so we joined in. I couldn’t recall having this much
fun watching the lights, what with seeing them up close from the trailer and
singing with our community friends.
I looked
over and even my older girls were singing, seemingly enjoying themselves. My
littles' of course were having the time of their lives, and for 30 minutes, we
were all huddled together as a family, visiting with one another while viewing the
decked out Jack Frost in blue lights, the tried-and true green-lit frogs
jumping over the path, and my favorite – the lit bear trying to catch a devious
fish.
Except for
the shards of hay I had to clean out of my purse afterwards, I call our “forced
family fun” outing a success.
