I love some
things because they are so last year. They have not adapted and gone with the
times or gone digital. I love the way the Hobart Christmas pageant remains as
it is.
Crowds line
the city streets. Children wear red
elfin hats or rein deer antlers. Officials wearing red hats survey the empty
roads. People sit in gutters waiting.
We wander
behind the crowds looking for a place to settle. A spot where my grandkids can
see the pageant and where the rest of us can purchase some take away coffee. We settle and my grandkids peer around. They
want to know what is about to happen. They want to know what is coming down the
road.
I can hear some
music approaching us. We peer up the road.
Before the
band a small group connected to the traditional owners appears. Carrying a
smoking platter and wearing body paints.
This is part of the Welcome to Country ceremony.
The music
becomes louder and a marching band finally arrives and surround us with
marching foot-stamping music.
The parade
becomes various bands separated by floats or groups walking.
The bands
are irresistible. The military bands wear glittering and gleaming military
uniforms. They march confidently and well-coordinated. They stop and start uniformly. They wear
uniforms perfect for marching and unsuitable for military activities. They
exude music not war.
The tartan pipe
bands create an unmistakable sound. A sound associated with bag pipes and drums.
A sound that belongs outdoors in a parade. Free unrestricted and uncontained.
It permeates around the solid buildings and up the alleys and lanes.
There are
some non-military community bands. In
various uniforms. Led by a twirling scepters with paper music attached to
instruments.
After ever
band I always get asked, “Did you see … in the band?”
Between the
bands are various community groups. Charities, schools, sports and dance
academies. All have children dressed up and are waving to the crowd.
For me and
the grandkids the highlights were:
Greyhounds were
led peacefully down the road. A fantastic advertisement that greyhounds have
two uses. One often ignored. They make really good pets.
Roller
bladders. Sliding confidently up and down the road.
Speedway
cars. Some very fast cars being pulled very slowly.
A steam
roller rolled steadily and reliably down the middle of the road. Today was its
day off. A day of play not work.
Guide dogs.
Guide dogs are less visible than they used to be. These dogs and handlers
remind us that guide dogs are still needed and loved.
A colorful
Chinese dragon twisted, turned and transformed itself as it wound its way down
the road. With a team of colorfully dressed men below the dragon. Holding and
supporting the dragon with poles and bringing it to life. The dragon was a part of a group which
included red and yellow robes and serene, peaceful people.
Hobart Tigers.
The Hobart Junior football club had a man in a tiger costume. The man was happy
and enjoying himself as he bellowed, “Merry Christmas.”
A fire
engine rolled slowly down the road. I don’t know why Bruce loves looking at
fire engines. I know he does. They are big, powerful and shiny red with
gleaming metal.
Stilts were
common. There were young children on stilts. Animals on stilts. And men on very
tall stilts. The men were ungainly, rigid and towered above us. I admired their skill as I hoped Bruce
doesn’t ask me for some stilts for Christmas. Please Bruce don’t be inspired.
Bruce called
out to the clown expecting a reply. The cacophony resulted in no riposte.
Irish
dancers. They kicked high and spun as they marched down the road.
Thumbelina
ballerinas with gossamer wings waved to the crowd. Kay waved to the dancers. She was very happy
to see girls doing what she loves to do. Enjoy dancing.
I said to
Bruce, “Look there is a dinosaur.”
Bruce informed
me, “That’s a T-rex.”
And then Santa
Claus appeared lounging in his sleigh insouciantly. Around him were reindeer
and presents. My grandkids saw him. They
didn’t talk about presents. They didn’t say what they wanted for Christmas. They said, “Did you hear him say, “Ho, ho, ho
merry Christmas.”
I asked them,
“Who was the star of the pageant?” Was it baby Jesus or Santa Claus? Who do you
most remember?
Bruce says
Shrek. Kay is still aglow with images of ballerinas dancing down the main
road. They were stars she dreams of
joining.
It must say something about me but I think the stars were the dogs. The greyhounds,
the guide dogs and dogs with beards. The dogs were all lively, curious and left
nothing behind.