As my husband and I were putting the kids to bed, we heard a fire truck siren. I turned to my husband and said "Ahh, reminds me of home." I was referring to the fact that just two months ago we were living in Manhattan and heard fire truck sirens, police cars and ambulances on an hourly basis. They were responding to the stabbing at the corner (seriously) or a suspicious subway gas smell or a pedestrian who got hit by a car. We got so immune to the siren sounds that we never looked out the window or were curious or concerned....just our way of life. I only ever noticed them when someone was visiting from out of town and they would get really worried when they heard the noises and we would just shrug.
Last night, the fire truck siren grew louder and louder and was taking a long time to pass our house. We actually became concerned that something was happening on our block-- maybe the 430 blow up Christmas figures or strings of lights at our next door neighbor's house had caught on fire. So- we opened the blinds........and what do we see?!!?!! We see the fire truck slowly coming down the street.....with Santa on top of the truck--- all lit up--- waving to each house as he went by. A real live Santa saying hello to the kids.
My son about flipped out. He lay in bed beaming after that for 10 minutes and was so excited.
My life has really changed.....in the strangest of ways.
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