The displays are reflected in the water and the pulsing, colorful bridge lights are timed to music. There is a tunnel of lights that flash in patterns which make you dizzy. There are the normal holiday lights of snowmen, skaters, trains, candles, nutcrackers, and Santa with sleigh. There are the Louisiana unique lights of magnolia, crayfish, and alligators.

My favorite lighted scene, however, is the depiction of the stable with star overhead, Mary and Joseph, babe in the manger, shepherd nearby, and kings making their approach. There are two lighted signs in this scene. One says Silent Night and the other says For God So Loved The World.

Nativity Christmas Lights

Every time I see it, I take heart that in this small southern town a Christmas display still depicts the birth of Christ and tells you quite clearly why God sent His Son.

I appreciated his offer, but I wanted to find an actual bakery. A place you walk into that smells yummy and there are bakery cases with donuts, cakes, cookies, pies, bread and rolls. I didn’t want the bakery to be inside a gigantic supermarket, or the cake to be mass produced.

Finding a bakery is an easy task in the midwest where thousands of German, French, Dutch, and Italian immigrants settled. In the midwest,  everyone loves bakeries and keeps them in business. In Virginia, people must be worried about their health. We midwest people don’t worry too much about their health.

When I asked around for bakeries, most people couldn’t name one in the area. After much thought, one friend remembered one in Quantico town. Quantico town is a place most people would declare, “You’ll have to see it to believe it.” The town started out as a fishing village and eventually developed an old fashioned main street with barber shops and restaurants. Then the Marine Corps surrounded it. It is entirely enclosed by the base and the potomac river. It is lost in time.

The bakery is across from the train station and makes fabulous apple fritters and bread. It’s more like a little coffee shop when you walk in. You have to order ahead if you want a cake. So, no cake, but good bread.

When I left the bakery, I walked along the potomac, eating an apple fritter and enjoying the beautiful morning God had made. After weeks of much rain and gray, the sky was sparkling blue and the sun was warm. Amazingly the temperature was sixty degrees on December 3rd. I thoroughly enjoyed watching the sun reflected off the water; it was lovely.

When I walked back to the van, I called my friend Mo, since I consider her better than a GPS. She has lived in Northern Virginia forever and when I can’t find something she tells me where to look. She directed me to a bakery in Fredericksburg, a town further south.

There I found what I was looking for: Paul’s Bakery, right next to the Salvation Army. It met the criteria: yummy smell, baked goods lined up in bakery cases, a birthday cake to buy, and a line of men. You know it is a good bakery if there are men lined up buying donuts. If men are willing to go out of their way to stop and buy donuts instead of choosing the easy solution of buying one at the Wawa, the place must be good.

The baker gladly piped “Happy Birthday Mugs” on the cake, she didn’t mind me wandering around considering it all, and there were a lot of people in the back baking. The cakes were standard yellow or chocolate with white frosting. It tasted fresh and the kids loved it.

Searching for a bakery – a good way to spend a birthday.