I Hear Sleigh Bells

Everyone hears sleigh bells this time of year, mostly in malls, commercials, and radio. Unfortunately, there just aren’t a lot of reasons to have actual sleigh bells in the city. Except at Candy Cane Lane.

Candy Cane Lane is a street in Edmonton that goes crazy with Christmas decorating. The street is lit up with creative displays celebrating the season. And let’s face it, a little light in the long dark of our winters is welcome.

Andreas’ work Christmas party is a two-parter this year. Part two is lunch. Part one was a hay ride down candy cane lane. It was lovely.

The lights, the children, and the feeling of goodwill was prefect. Elegant. Seasonal. Charming. Perfect.

I sat at the front of the wagon. I wanted to be close to the sleighbells and the clip clop of two Belgian horses hauling us down Candy Cane Lane.

As we made our way down the street and back, everyone on the wagon marveled at the lights and took in the people watching. My eyes were closed half the time. I just listened. Bells are familiar, and I still remember the sound of sleigh bells. It was the combination of the sound of horses hooves and the smells that captivated me. Sure, Friend (one of the horses) ate some hay that was past its best before date and was having a little gastrointestinal conflict, but hooves, bells, and laughter.

It’s Christmas.