Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”
The mini lights were inexpensive and easy to hang; even people living miles from nowhere, like us, enjoyed the luxury of a bright and welcoming homecoming in the deep dark of winter.
The Christmas lights of my childhood were not tiny and twinkly; they were heavy, hot and temperamental. Hanging the ornaments on the tree was preceded by that hold your breath moment when the light strand was plugged in....which was followed by a systematic dismantling of each strand searching for the bad connection or broken bulb. The combination of incandescent bulbs and red cedar could be a fiery one. We watered our fresh tree diligently and followed the lead of our German forebears, lighting it but briefly.
In my childish experience, Greenberry Road had the very best Christmas decorations and lights of anywhere. Entire homes were hung with lights; one house sported a lighted old fashioned sleigh, and one spotlighted Santa Claus standing way up above the second floor by the chimney.
In December, Dixon Drive became Christmas Card Lane, where the front yard of every ranch house was devoted to giant greeting cards and Christmas lights. (And still is, by the way.)
"And the Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it."
Let your Christmas lights shine....