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YOU GOT A LIGHT?

The other thing we did last night (a tradition) is to pile into the Cherokee and run around town looking at holiday lights.

Franklin doesn't get it.

He thinks that each slowdown means an arrival and then we just speed up again.

Growl. Rumble. Whine.

But he finally settles even though he thinks it is insane to do this and we all end up happy. More or less.

The last stop is the over-the-top house for Palm Springs.

Every city has one.

This one gets bigger every year and is just too much.

I don't think that I want to see it again.

You can't even see the house.

Each in his own way I guess.

We came home through the 'village' and saw the beautifully old fashioned comet stars all lined up for a mile or more on each palm and post.

And that is enough.

We got home lit up enough to carry us through another year.

Franklin got out of the Jeep and made a mad dash down the side drive after something. Disobeying the rules. All that pent up energy.

Then he runs back to the house, past John and me (to avoid recrimination) and then stands there waiting for us inside the door. A welcoming presence.

"Where did you guys go?"

Labels: holidays