I normally love Christmas lights, but this year, I am absolutely craving them.
It’s been a hectic month with a lot of trials. Not as bad as last year, but I feel like getting sucker punched over the holidays is almost a tradition.
Still, I love the lights. The bright colors. The beautiful, or sometime garish, displays.
I’m not sure why I like them so much. Perhaps it’s the bit of nostalgia from my childhood. Driving around and looking at lights was one of the few things we did as a family that involved very little fighting.
Maybe it’s the time of the year. A little light goes a long way when the is sun winning at a game of hide-and-seek.
I’d love to say it’s the holiday season itself, but as a parent, I have found the holidays a lot more stressful.
Whatever it is, seeing the lights on my way home from work makes me smile after a long day. I even spontaneously burst into Christmas carols a few times this year. Good thing I was alone to save any potential passenger the pain of my horribly off-key singing. Tone-deafness runs in my family.
Reminds me that we really should do more to decorate for the holidays.
It was fun putting up the tree this year, and the kids loved it, but the lone angel in the front yard looks pretty sad. My husband doesn’t really care to decorate, but he humors me.
Or, I can avoid the stress and just enjoy other people’s decorations. Perhaps I’ll check the after Christmas sales and think about it next year.
But if you are decorating, know that at least one person out here appreciates your efforts. And thank you.