Evangelical's Night at Wannamakers

Caid's hat could make anyone cute Yes, I have been using Crest-White strips Our annual family excursion to the Wannamaker Light Show in center city was -quite possibly- perfection this year . . . an assessment I infrequently ascribe to outings with my pre-school entourage. Our holiday spirit was unspoiled: no one threw a tantrum, soiled their pants or cried without consolation AND we found street parking within a block of the attraction (and by “we,” I humbly mean “me”).

Save for a small incident in which Jason (practically) ran-down a homeless woman with our stroller, our night of urban revelry was completed perfection with a European “sipping chocolate” from the calorie-unconscious Naked Chocolate Café (which really serves to disincline consumers from nakedness). The close of our evening featured a Christian celebrity sighting (which thrills me almost as much as a Matthew MacConaughey sighting). Acclaimed author of marital redemption works like, What did You Expect, Paul Tripp was nearly hit by a car, which drew my attention, first to his landmark mustache. Giddy with the thrill of the find, I rolled down my window and shouted my appreciation for his ministry and literary giftedness, which is arguably not something that occurs with frequency in the city of brotherly love. But for us, evangelicals, it was the cherry on top of delightful holiday night.

Dicken's Village Standing in Line at Dicken's Village (and the woman who tried to "line-jump") Caught up in the Magic of a Julie Andrews Talking Tree Awkward Photo in the Lingerie Section of Macys Christian Celebrity: Paul Tripp