Every year for over ten years Tom and I and my mom and dad would take a Christmas trip to a bed and breakfast. It was usually a small town in Texas that had a parade and market and lots of beauty queens. We have sat on more curbs in more towns in the cold and rain, smiling and having a great time.
We have had some adventures and lots of memories. Once we starting eating fresh hot tamales and between the four us ate at least 30 steaming little packets wrapped in tin foil before the parade started. When it started the lead vehicles were ATVs with kids riding in cammo!
We have been to Waxahachie, and Cold Spring, and Marshall and even San Antonio. A few weeks ago we went to Comfort. This year it was just the three of us. It was a wonderful B&B and a terrific small town parade. There were dozens of floats and at least seven floats were full of beauty queens.
My mom picked this hill country B&B because it was right next to a small Texas river. She took Tom with her and early Sunday morning we walked down to the flowing water and mom left a Tom's pebbles there.
I'm sure he enjoyed this Christmas B&B trip very much and although the water was moving pretty quickly, Tom settled to the bottom and relaxed. He was still there when we left. He is in all of us and everywhere this Christmas season. And in a Texas river.
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