We're always late getting the outdoor lights up at Christmas time. Since this is one of my least favorite things to do, Barb has taken the reins the past few years and faithfully tacks them up in rain, sleet, snow or slush. Today's mid 60's makes it a lot easier, and she enjoys trying to brighten a spot at the end of our cul-de-sac.Our neighbors spare no expense in their decor, with lighted reindeer, blow-up Santas and tube lights around the edge of the grass. Sorry, but we draw the line with lights. Maybe a star.
Our heater has been broken for a week. Waiting for parts, installing a new thermostat, roof too wet to walk on - another fire will keep us toasty tonight. Thankfully, it hasn't been freezing outside. I'm hoping all the lights will warm us up a bit, too.
Once again, Jesus tells us, "I am the light of the world. He who follows me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life." John 8:12
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