There’s nothing like a good ol’ Southern Christmas Parade to warm your heart and get you in a holiday mood. Mind you, it’s no Macy’s Parade – no soaring balloons or rockstar celebrities. But we’ve got Beagles and Babies, Bagpipers and Belly dancers. What more could you want?
When we lived in Charleston a few years ago, our goal was to be in the heart of things. Finding an apartment just a few blocks from bustling King Street meant we could walk to everything and not miss out on anything.
The day of the parade dawned chilly – downright cold for Charleston. Finally a chance to wear those winter mittens for the first time.
The surprise lead-off to the parade was the ever-popular Beagle Club …
… and their crowd-pleasing mascot Curtis, baying all the way.
Even the dogs were trying to keep their noses warm!
The bagpipers added their distinctive drone to the baying of the beagles …
… while trying not to be totally distracted by the belly dancers gyrating in front of them.
We managed to station ourselves in front of everyone’s favorite hot dog vendor. All the kids in the neighborhood just knew him as Gee The Hot Dog Man. So when a float full of Kindergarteners passed by, one little boy recognized Gee, grinned broadly (with both front teeth missing), and shouted,
“Merry Chrithmath Mither Hot Dog Man!”