There is really no way to defend this tradition. Bull Run is everything you swear this Christmas won’t be: tacky, commercial, secular, and overpriced. And yet, Fluffy loves it so much, it’s hard not to drive all the way out there.
I didn’t have much experience with fairs and carnivals growing up. We went to the Utah State Fair a couple of times, but there was a strict no-rides policy. My parents took us to Disneyland every year, so they felt the rides at fairs were a waste of money. We were there to look at people’s handicrafts, catch a couple of Honey Boo Boo’s covering country songs, and maybe watch grown men sterilizing themselves trying to ride bucking bulls for 8 seconds–not to ride the carousels and rollercoasters. If we had some money saved we could have spent it on a ride. Otherwise, “Here’s one dollar. You can either buy a plastic baton or see The World’s Fattest Pig twice. Choose wisely.”
The nine or ten rides at the Bull Run Christmas carnival are $4.50 to $7.50, but if you buy a wristband for $20 you can ride as much as you like. It gives me great pleasure to watch my wristband kid running from ride to ride while Kent chokes down a chocolate-swathed funnel cake. The babies actually enjoyed themselves as well. In addition to audibly appreciating the lights on the drive, they danced up a storm to the light show, and Peppers was having quite the time jingling Salty’s bell necklace.
This was going to be such an artistic shot of the light show lights on the boys faces, but it was just too dark and they were just too wiggly.
Doesn’t it just make you think of Jesus being born in Bethlehem? Ah, X-mas.