Coming in for Landing ...

Every year my husband and I put up a modest amount of Christmas lights outside. We have been particular on this matter in the past. We have almost all white lights with a very limited amount of red accents. (there are a few peppermints in the front flower bed. They were a birthday gift last year.) We love to stand outside and watch the lights turn on when the timer sets them off. The kids think it's magic and I love the feeling.

Now, my kids are everything to my in-laws. Having my husband, I have come to believe, was merely a step in attaining grandchildren. I kid you not. Really. Anyhow, Kim and Gary have been here and have seen the kids reaction to the lights. Mind you, the past several years the only lights on their house was the porch lights and that was only when the pizza guy was delivering. This year; however, they are turning into regular Griswalds. There are lights on the house, lights on the tree, along the fence, a fake lighted tree, a train, candycanes, candles in the windows, garland on the posts ... and this is only the front yard. They even have the garage and back porch lit up. It really is impressive .... that they haven't blown a fuse. Or a generator. For the block.

Well, being of the male variety, my husband has the natural instince to not be outdone. So, we are out shopping the other day and I see him lingering by the lights like I do by high heels.

Where are you going to out more lights at? I asked him.

I thought about adding red rope lights to the white ones on the pillar so it looks like a candy cane.

Oh. Completely red lights. Holy cow. It's bad.

And I thought about running lights along the entire length of the front of the house and up along the peak, too.

Uh oh.

So, now we look like a beacon for any stray small aircraft and we do't even have to use the porch light to get the key in the door. The kids are overwhelmed by Daddy's magic and we are almost as cool as Nana and Papa.

Thank Goodness for Christmas magic!

*Vintage Post