Thursday, December 9, 2010
Prologue - Sunday: Ever since Thanksgiving, Christmas lights have, at first slowly but recently at an ever increasing rate, been popping up all around our neighborhood. To Lukas, at 3 years old, it has been fun to look for and spot new sets of lights. He gets very excited, and has turned it into sort of a game to notice them before we do calling out "Ooooooh, look at those lights Daddy!'
Of course, at the same time he has been excited for us to put up our own light display. We don't normally do this early, but we actually broke with our normal tradition of decorating the 2nd weekend in December, in order to both excite and appease our little man.
It seemed to work too. All the while, he Oooohed and Awwwwed at our strings, which we use to frame our porch before stringing down the stairs on either side from that point to the street level below. He was especially excited to help plug one strand into another, lighting up a new section of the clear icicle lights.
The whole experience left Mrs. LIAYF and I quite pleased. After all, we were lighting up our home with the warm glow of love, happiness, and the holidays.
Until - Wednesday: As we approached our neighborhood on the drive home last night Lukas was, as usual, looking out the window and taking in the passing world. It was then that we pulled up to a stop light and he noticed, through a thin grove of trees, a house that was aglow with light. Now, this was not your garden variety house. This house was lit up like the house from Christmas Vacation, with what must have been thousands of lights of various colors.
"Whoooa!" Lukas gasped.
"That's a lot of lights buddy" I responded. "Do you like them?'
"We should go home and put up lights on our house too!"
"But Buddy, don't you remember? We already put up lights the other night."
"I know." He said, hanging his head a little and lowering his lip slightly. And then, pointing at the illuminated house he finished with....
"But not like that!"
Post Script: Everyone, it seems, is a critic.
Posted by James (SeattleDad) at 1:51 PM