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Seasonal cuteness

During the holiday season, downtown Lincolnton seems to turn into the setting of a Christmas movie. There are carriage rides, beautiful lights, a huge Christmas tree and holiday music playing amongst church bells. I mean, it really is ridiculously cute.
It all starts with the parade – that long line of adorable town characters. Oh look there goes tap dancing kids! Over there is the Apple Queen! She’s so pretty. Oh my, there’s a pair of silly clowns alternating between horrifying and delighting children. And as if that weren’t enough, it all culminates with a visit from Santa Claus on a float being pulled by a tractor. Color me charmed.
And while the parade begins the season, it certainly isn’t all there is. For one thing, the Christmas tree lighting takes place immediately following the parade, which is nothing but a big bunch of cute. You really can’t beat children singing.
Carriage rides are very elegant. Cider is available in many different, nutritious and delicious forms (just ask extension agent Leigh Guth), and Santa letters start coming into the paper (and after printing them we immediately forward every single one to the North Pole).
The letters are another especially cute part of this season. If you bide your time, you can read them yourself in this paper. Well, almost all of them. The one that said “Santa, All I want for Christmas is for my mom and dad to stop fighting about my dad’s girlfriend” might be edited.
Besides heartstring-tugging Santa letters, our newsroom also has a few festive leaves, a fake Christmas tree and a Christmas star made out of old newspapers that is “traditional and adorable” rather than “ghetto” in my opinion.
So yeah, Christmas time in my downtown Lincolnton world? Pretty nice. The only complaint I have is the guilt I get coming down from Christmas cookie sugar highs.
But to dwell on that would be very Grinch/Scrooge-like So instead, let’s summarize: Lincolnton during the holiday season? It provides a satisfying sugar high all its own.
by Sarah Grano

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