Neighbors up and down the block put up their lights over the weekend. We did too. It’s one of our favorite holiday things, along with driving around to see everyone else’s lights and going to local sites (e.g., gardens, zoo, parades) to see even more lights. Long story short: we like lights.
We don’t go overboard at home: icicle strands along the eaves, some spiral trees and reindeers on the lawn, and a string of stars along the garage. (Definitely not Griswold-Family-Christmas-level but a respectable level of festive.)
We always used to hang a wreath on the front door too, but…well, we moved last year into a house that doesn’t have a front porch or roof over the door. We hung the wreath up as usual and woke the next day to the worst smell ever: the plastic wreath had been shriveled down to nothing and rendered into a horrible cloud of chemical fumes. Apparently direct sunbeam + glass panel in storm door = broiler setting. Oops.
Anyway, every year, decorating makes me nostalgic for the days when the kids were very young.
Back then, we had a multicolored train, blinking candy canes, a row of twinkly green trees, and a blow-up thingie with a polar bear and a penguin, spinning endlessly in a circle. (Those have since gone to electronic heaven, and truth be told, I’m not sad about no longer having a bear with a blue vest–like a greeter from some superstore–parked out front. But the other things were adorable.)
Also, when we were driving around looking at lights, every time the kids saw a decorated house through the car window, they would yell out, “I see Christmas on my side!” ❤️💚❤️💚
Wishing you most The-Holiday-You-Celebrate On Your Side this year!
What do you do for your decorations, dear readers?