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When we first moved to our new house, I remember thinking that our neighborhood would be awesome at Christmas time. We live in a fairly wealthy neighborhood, most of the houses have 4+ bedrooms and 3+ bathrooms, and nearly all of them have three car garages. Ours has a huge second garage that opens into the backyard. You get the idea. So I figured, in a predominantly Christian neighborhood, where people live in big beautiful houses, there would be a decent amount of decoration. Or, at least tasteful displays of white twinkle lights.
But… there are, like, four houses with lights, including ours. And ours are pathetic because my husband wasn’t here to hang them, so I settled for decorating the hedges in the front. I was complaining last night to the huz, and he said “I think our neighbors are too posh for Christmas lights.” He was joking, I think, but I’m kind of bummed by the lack of pretty. There aren’t even wreathes on doors! Nothing. They’re a bunch of Grinches!
I wasn’t surprised by the lack of Halloween stuff, even the local craft store did not sell any Halloween décor, and Michael’s had just a piddling small selection, but I thought Christmas would be the big one around here.
I miss New England. I miss how it looked like Christmas everywhere, and La Salette, and entire towns getting a twinkly makeover. Perhaps it happens here and I’m just not getting out enough to see it. I may be pagan, but I just love all the holiday stuff. I love Christmas carols, and cookies, and twinkly lights, and ribbons, and wrapped packages under trees in most of the houses we visit. I love how everywhere you look everything is pretty, and I love knowing where most of these traditions come from. I love the sparkle and magick of the whole month of December, and it is bumming me out to not see that here!