Saturday night was all about the holiday cheer, Santa hats, twinkle lights and Daddy’s ’57 Chevy.

We (really the Chef) transformed Daddy’s ’57 Chevy into a twinkling time machine for the annual lighted Christmas parade through our hometown.  Even the Chef’s Momma joined in on the fun!  Daddy drove, I rode shotgun, our Moms took the backseat and the Chef played paparazzi.  Mom and I even outfitted ourselves in her Old Glory, Texas Letterman jackets that were from the ’50s.

Despite the teeth chattering cold wind, there was quite an enthusiastic crowd.  Watching the faces of the old-timers as Dad revved the engine was priceless.  There was a flashback to their youth, if only for a brief moment.

Our next stop was going to be the Drive-In and maybe a sock-hop, but alas…we remembered it’s 2013 and not 1957.  If only Daddy’s twinkling ’57 was a time machine.  I think the Pear wouldn’t mind going retro.  The Chef already rocks a pompadour under that Coast Guard cover, so why not?

How about you?  The 1950s or the 21st century?