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12:30 am, returning home.
i decide to drive by the front of my house to see how the christmas lights look.
it is late and my house is the last on the block still lit. wife and kids are asleep, the lights are waiting for me to turn them off. seven years at this house has resulted in an odd combination of lights, big blue ones, little white ones, and a few strings that seem to slowly throb. there is no continuity. the lights are applied haphazardly to the shrubs and roofline. it appears very amateurishly done.
a three foot tall plastic santa lies on his side, a victim of the recent high winds. he also waits for me.
a tricycle is parked next to a basketball goal in front of the house. inside my son's window i can see light shifting colors. the light exuding from a fiber optic peacock. i received the hideous peacock the day before in a white elephant gift exchange. i intended to re-gift it at the party i had attended that night, but my son thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. the peacock was waiting to be turned off.
all the lights illuminate the sidewalk enough to see what barely remains of four day old chalk drawings. drawings by a three year old, done so crudely, only his father can decode them.
i press the button to open the garage door. the garage has been left lit also, making the eight steps from the car door the house door much easier to navigate. i like coming home to a lit garage. i turn off the light as i enter my home.
i love my life.
Posted by griff at December 19, 2002 02:35 PM