Dazzling Christmas Lights
When I was a kid, I celebrated Christmas week in the rural midwest with my maternal grandparents and family. Christmas Eve was spent diving in gifts and wrapping paper in my grandparents’ living room. Afterwards, I had the option of doing the dishes or going to church.
On Christmas Day, my family and I would drive three blocks (still kind of crazy that we drove) to see my eccentric great-aunt and gentle great-uncle, “the engineer” with a hard g. He was from Sweden and had really pretty eyes but when he spoke, it sounded like svenska gibberish, and I had no idea what he was saying most of the time.
When we arrived to the house, cousin Muggsy, an obnoxious Boston Terrier, would eagerly greet us by slobbering all over our legs, biting holes in nylons and causing overall chaos until he was gently directed to the basement. Muggsy morphed into Muggsy 2 and the trilogy ended with naming her last dog Hercules. Hercules made the previous Boston Terriers looks like stuffed animals.
As an adult, I stopped traveling north for Christmas but since Thanksgiving, I have been taking long walks after dinner to admire the Christmas lights. Ironically, we have had no snow on the ground, until today. Here are some photos of treasures taken on my walks.
Merry Christmas, I have to finish up the dishes.