Santa's pointer finger and Captain Hook's ...well...hook

So today was the official "turn on the St Andrews Chrismas lights day." There we were (Jeff, Allison, and I)....surrounded by masses of people (Well, it was a lot of people for our small town, anway) all waiting for one thing...Santa to leave his grotto and get out his finger to switch on the Market Street Christmas lights. The local radio station was there to get the crowd hyped up and who should appear as the evil nemesis to Santa Claus and all the happiness that Christmas stands for, none other than Captain Hook?!? Now when I think of rivals to Santa the first few things that come to mind are Scrooge, the Grinch, even Rudolph's alter-ego if you want to get creative....but Captain Hook? Only in St Andrews (sigh). Anyhoo, once Captian Hook was scared away by all the melodrama-type boos and hisses (Thanks for reminding me of the word "melodrama," Angi.) then Santa emerged all joyous and ready to switch on the lights. And no Christmas light "on-switching" is quite complete without the large pause at the end of the countdown when Santa can't quite get a hold of the switch. It was perfect. Now for some highlights of the day: Seeing as how this celebration conveniently coincided with the weekend before St Andrews day, the town had a big to-do involving carnival rides and, get this, reindeer. Yeah, we had reindeer kicking it round St Andrews. It was pretty cool. The greatest thing was thinking back to our cruise when Jeff ate a reindeer hotdog in Finland. Oh, poor Rudolph and friends.