I remember driving around the county with my father, looking for the houses that were lit up and decorated. Some would maybe frame a window or two and run lights along the roof line, but others... I was always so impressed by major displays of lights. How much time, effort, and thought must have gone into the elaborate set ups, and it was magical. I drive around now, sometimes by myself, but also with friends, and it still hits me the same way. I'm glad it only happens once a year, because I don't want to tire of it. I always want to have that feeling of awe as darkness settles and the houses transform into miniature wonderlands.
I'd love to hear some of your memories, if you still carry on certain traditions, and the like.
I'd love to hear some of your memories, if you still carry on certain traditions, and the like.