It's taken me all night, but the outdoor lights, mostly blue and green with a little pink on the dogwood to one side, and the tree lights, the big old-fashioned brightly-colored ones except for the star with white lights on top, are all up. James Galway music is on. The husband is almost finished painting the dining room ceiling, which I guess means the sanding is behind us and the plaster dust has finally settled. Everywhere.
But it doesn't matter because I've just been outside. I always forget about the wonderful moment when I go across the street and look at the lights shining around the porch and from the tree through the front windows.
Magic.
And, let's not forget:
Happy Chanukah!
But it doesn't matter because I've just been outside. I always forget about the wonderful moment when I go across the street and look at the lights shining around the porch and from the tree through the front windows.
Magic.
And, let's not forget:
Happy Chanukah!
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