Light-tastic

My Dear Neighbors,

Thank you to all those sweet and fun-loving souls who decorate your houses each Christmas with lights, ornaments, and accoutrements. As I drive by your homes, my heart is warmed by the lights and the effort, the meaning and the good old fashioned jolly spirit behind the display.

In this year of increased efforts to effectively kick Jesus out of Christmas, the semantic Happy Holiday vs. Merry Christmas gang war, actual real wars taking place throughout the earth (and not only in Iraq - crazed Iranian dictatorial lunatic, anyone?), natural disaster relief, and new evidence of the failure of human beings or political ideologies or secular reasoning to truly heal and redeem the condition of our souls... I am uplifted to simply walk about and see Christmas lights displayed overwhelmingly by my neighbors. I love to drive through the streets, admiring the creativity and glow of each festively decked home.

Including the house down the street whose vast lawn has been transformed into a megawatt tribute to the days when dinosaurs freely roamed the earth. Or at least this block. Though it is sort of concerning that Santa's reindeer seem to be in mortal peril of becoming Christmas dinner for the twinkly light-wrapped T-Rex Happiness and the Triceratops wearing the Santa Hat and candy cane scarf, it is the thought that counts.

Even the most "odd" of the well-meaning light displays still warms my heart. So thank you so much for adding your own dose of joy into my Christmas experience this year.

Fa La La La La....

Love,

Your Neighbors whose own display is... well, we tried. At least our nativity scene and candy cane forest avoids the Jurassic Period altogether. That has to count for something.