Funnel Cakes, Santa and Christian Pop... This is a South Georgia Thanksgiving

So we headed down to Moultrie, GA for Thanksgiving this year.

As any Georgia resident can tell you, there's three distinct parts to Georgia - the metro area, the suburbs, and the rest - and the rest is what you think of when you think of the standard media imagery of Georgia. It's the south as the south as been depicted throughout history - and it's pretty tough to get more south than Moultrie. It's only a short distance from the Florida border, and Valdosta is pretty much a college town so it doesn't really count.

My sister-in-law and her husband have only lived here for a few years, but they've acclimated quite well - and they were excited for us to join them for the Thanksgiving evening tree-lighting ceremony / christian rock concert / santa claus welcoming / deep-fried food fest, which began promptly at 6:00PM when the much-vaunted "lighting of the town" happened:

The cheers that eminated from the crowd would lead you to belive this was the first time electricity had flowed through the town's power lines.

For some reason, I feel like there should be a DeLorean with a hook tied to a flux capacitor driving under this thing...

Shortly after the lighting and the cheering, the band - or rather, "Contemporary Christian Musicians" began to play.

Hooray for Crossing 47.

They weren't... Awful. But they were your standard Christian-lyrics-over-pop-hooks band. They were called Crossing 47. I have no idea what this means, but their t-shirts were $20.00. I guess they needed to pay for this swanky tour van and trailer:

They need this sweet trailer to tour Moultrie. Nah, they sounded fine, and they're doing well. Good for them.

So we walked a few feet forward and were immediately dragged toward the pony ride by our nephews.

And as soon as they were off the ponies, we were dragged to see Santa:

The big man himself, talking to a fully-grown adult who thought he'd be cute and get in the sleigh while at least 50 children waited their turn.

But to get to him, we had to wait in this line:

Forty. Damn. Minutes.

Yes, the wait was long, but at least we got to see 4 of the 8 reindeer:

I cannot stress enough how manic this crowd was to get a glimpse of the reindeer and the sleigh. It was madness.

And what would a southern gathering of any sort be without FUNNEL CAKES!

OH MAN it was SO good.

Anyway, that was my traditional southern Thanksgiving excursion. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a food-related coma to slip into.