I’m pushing 50 but twinkle lights bring out the child in me. For the briefest of moments I am caught up in magic when I watch them blink out their message of hope.
To me they are joy personified, shouting out the hope that “into the darkness there came a great Light!”
Part of my goal in the shedding of extra weight is the shedding of the weight of sorrow, the too-serious Paula who can easily take up residence inside of me.
Twinkle lights bring out the play.
With the holidays upon me I’ve sought to return to my walking habits. I simply don’t want to ignore every piece of chocolate or holiday cookie. And so I need to move!
As it turns out the need for movement turned into what will be one of my favorite December memories of this year.
It was a gift of time, and it was given to me by my husband. I’d asked him to take a walk, but you know how it goes, there’s always so much work to be done. The next thing we knew it was dark.
But he went anyway when I asked, despite his weariness, despite the demands of his schedule. I don’t if he thought about how much I’d enjoy checking out neighborhood lights, but it was quickly apparent that his agenda included letting me feast on them to my heart’s content.
He held my hand and talked to me as we tramped all over the neighborhood. If there is anything I love as much as twinkle lights, it is holding hands and good conversation with my man. I may even like it better. ;o)
I had so much fun enjoying not only their beauty, but the playful and zany scenes created by them.
I can’t see dog sleds without thinking of Balto,
one of the kids’ most beloved movies when they were small.
Did you know Mickey and Minnie have been dating since 1928?
Good to know Santa bathes
And that He’s got that naughty and nice list saved on the computer.
But who knew he liked pizza?
You’d think he could do better than an outhouse.
As much as I enjoy the silly stuff, I love the nostalgic even more.
All in all, it was such a lovely night.
Jerry made sure we made the trek to this place,
which has decked out like this for at least 25 years.
Isn’t this scene sweet?
As I walked, full, happy, and alive, it was like God whispered to me, “You like this? Wait until you see the fullness of my galaxies of stars.” And I could almost see myself as some kind of cosmic being zipping in and out of space, drinking in the mysteries of the universe. As I thought about that I gazed at an almost full moon. I didn’t even try to capture it on my phone.
It was an amazing night.
So, my friends, celebrate the holidays this year by exploring your world one sidewalk at a time. Burn a few calories. Hold hands with someone special, chat with a friend, or simply get away by yourself. Pound the pavement to enjoy the lights. It’s sure to bring you . . .
(and better thighs.)