Small Town Parade

The classic cars were wired with lights; The folks inside them waved. They rolled upon the cobblestones, Of which the streets were paved. The marching bands banged big ol' drums; Batons were tossed and caught, More entertaining than a show Where tickets must be bought. Karate kids displayed their kicks And tots rode on the floats. Savannah's t-shirt weather meant No scarves or winter coats. The girl scouts and Kiwanis club, Miss Someone's School of Dance And every local church group Got to dress up, wave and prance. For everyone who watched and clapped, And I, of course, was one, This charming holiday parade Was sure a lot of fun.