It was a cold Friday after Thanksgiving, and not in the house, we all went to Bentleyville and froze our butts off. We huddled around the fire and sipped coco for warmth and stared in awe at the lights all about. We were corralled like cattle though tunnels and paths, taking pictures of lights while we sang an laughed. At the end of it all, we boarded the bus, that dropped us at the nearest Cantina for a frosty brew, and a Chimichanga.
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