The house on the right has woven colored strands of green and red into the tall maple tree at the front. White icicle lights hang from the inverted V on the top of the house. The house to the left has red and white candy cane lights bordering the front lawn.
Farther down is a house that is a display of white: white lights in the trees and bushes, white icicles hanging from the eaves, and white lights circling the large wreath above the garage door.
Around the corner is a garish inflated snowman waving as I drive by. In the yard next to that is a train, it’s lights sequenced so that it looks like the wheels are turning.
I turn onto our street and each house has lights of some sort – some subtle, some not. In addition to our outside lights, this year we have chosen to put a single candle in every window pane.
I wonder how all of these lights look from high above our little neighborhood. I hope that they look like a giant cake cake covered in candles.
We are celebrating the birth of our Lord Jesus.
Merry Christmas, all.