I walked out my front door tonight to see that my neighbor finished putting up her Christmas lights. As I walked down the front walk, even in the bitter cold, I felt so warm. With a smile on my face, I decided that bubbly big lights are the best kind of Christmas lights.
They always take me back to when I lived in that little blue house, each winter whether there was snow on the ground or not (usually the weather predictions were more simple back then) My Dad would always get out those bubbly lights and string them upon the massive pine tree at the top of our drive way. It stood next to another pine tree that was directly next to it, but we always only put lights on the one. I never understood why. My brother and my Dad would wrestle with those lights all afternoon...Then when the sun went down we all held our breathe as the plug went in to that little blue house...As the colors hit my face and sparkled off my eyes, I can remember the same feeling that I felt tonight. Filling me up, causing my heart to giggle.
Tis the season...
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