Another Christmas Memory

Last year I shared this Christmas memory. Here is another one of my favorites. . .

One December night in 2004, our first Christmas in Maryland, we heard sirens blaring and saw lights flashing in our neighborhood. I went out to see what was happening. To my surprise, I saw a procession of firefighters walking down the street as a fire truck escorted by other rescue vehicles, all with lights and sirens ablaze, made their way through our neighborhood. On top of the fire truck, spotlighted for all to see, sat Santa. This was too cool. I ran back into the house yelling for everyone to come and see. I found Rachel and Chloe and dragged them out of the house. Hannah was upstairs in the shower at the time, so Lance ran up to the bathroom, wrapped a towel around her, grabbed her, and ran toward the closest window. He opened the blinds and they watched as the parade of people and vehicles passed our house.

After the excitement was over, Lance looked down at Hannah and noticed her pale face and shocked expression. She had no clue what was going on, but heard the sirens as Lance pulled her out of the shower. She thought that our house was on fire because he was running with her to the window. Hannah was just waiting for her dad to open the window so that they could jump to safety.