As I drive into my neighborhood I am greeted by light.
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 they look like a giant cake covered in candles.
We are celebrating the birth of our Lord Jesus.
Merry Christmas, all.