My friend Katherine and her husband went back over the Somerville Illuminations Tour route the next night, and took some pictures. This will give you an idea:
More below the fold:
A relatively subdued white-light fantasy:
… but wait? What is that in the corner?
Why, ’tis the Christmas Frog!
The Christmas Frog makes me feel a little better about a choice I made on the tour. I was going on a Christmas tour, after all, so it’s not like I was going to get all militantly Jewish about anything. However, when the trolley guide suggested we sing “Joy to the World,” I’m afraid I couldn’t help but call out, “Jeremiah was a bullfrog!”
The other occupants were too drunk to notice. But now I know that Jeremiah the Christmas Frog probably heard me, and appreciated my efforts. Merry Christmas, Jeremiah. Enjoy that fine wine of yours.