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they light up my life

Tis the season. All around the neighborhood lights are going up for the holidays. I’m already tired of Christmas carols, and I don’t like that Christmas marketing starts now after Halloween. But I do like the lights. The neighbor across the street has gone strong on green. Next door is more austere white. But, once more, down the street, folks have done their usual light mayhem, which makes me so happy. Here’s my blog about them from another year……

Well, the neighbors have done it again, put up Christmas lights with complete abandon, mayhem, and disorder. It’s wonderful. Lights lurch above the sidewalk to encircle the trees. Tree trunks are wrapped haphazardly, great gaps of space between the light strings. Old fashioned tinsel garland sweeps across the front porch, thrown in the mix probably because it was there, and the lighting committee isn’t one to waste a thing. Lighted-wire animals are crammed in the small front yard. There’s a big peace on earth sign lit by a single hard spot. Overhead and around the house and on the fence and through the trees, lights blink, spit, twinkle. Some have tiny bulbs, some have large, some go on and off, some stay solid. No rhyme or reason as to how they’re joined. Nothing matches. Nothing ends well. In fact, it looks like when they run out of light, they just flat quit. It’s a blinding, dazzling, incoherent mishmash of color and holiday spirt. I love it. Every other house is yuppified, prissy, timid. If a tree trunk is wrapped, it’s wrapped so tight that even an anal retentive can’t complain. But not the neighbors’. Every year they decorate with growing panache and anarchy. It’s garish, happy, and completely in the spirit of Christmas, reflecting both uncomplication and rash purity. It makes our redeveloped, more and more upscale neighborhood hark back to old times, when everything didn’t have to look like Martha Stewart designed it. (We used to have a house in which the owner had built a replica of a plane crashing into the roof. Those were the days.) No sir. No matching for these neighbors. No plan. Just a spectacle of color and gallant, brash, in-your-face-hurray-it’s-Christmas spirit-and-I’m-tired-let’s-just-put-the-lights-here. Merry Christmas, ya’ll.

That being said, Merry Christmas, dear ones. Do what you can to make the season bright….And if the season carries sadness, do what you can to heal. I’d like to know about how you make Christmas special…..tell me…….