In Woodstock, VT, across the Connecticut river from us, December brings the town’s wonderful, quirky version of a parade.
Because Woodstock is horse country as much as it is ski country, their parade is composed of
and little ponies,
horses in garlands
and ponies dressed for warmth,
horses pulling carriages
of one sort or another,
horses carrying princesses
The sartorial splendour of the crowd is no less impressive.
Even the dogs are dressed to the nines.
It’s a perfect parade
from its opening moments
to the very end when the gentleman in top hat and tails picks up the parade’s manure and returns the streets to the cars.