Santiago's Christmas parade was complete sensory overload. Lights, exhaust fumes, loud bass, hoards of people, flying candy. We stayed for a bit, E caught a prized ball off the ball truck (while I held the girls back from the flowing crowd that surrounded it), they popped cebollitas (little onions/pop-its) on the ground, and we headed home waaay before it was over.
Apparently the ball truck is a popular element every year. My co-worker warned me of how people go crazy for the balls. A guy standing near us explained that it's a local politician's truck. He said, "I don't need a ball. I need answers." The girls were excited to go home with one.