If you live in Globe, and you're not busy, you go watch the light parade. Not because it will change your life, and not because anyone throws candy (Why don't they? What's a small-town parade without candy?), but because it's just what you do. And the carol singers on the floats may not be to Mason's liking, and the air horn of the "Long Live Cowboys" truck may give you a heart attack, but the kids will get to see Santa riding on top of an old fire engine owned by the guy who runs George's Hamburger Shop down the street. And everyone gets a kick out of that.