It was such a clear, crisp night as I was driving home, a little after 9 pm, that I almost thought I might want to string Christmas lights on my house. Thatís ridiculous, I know, but the few houses where lights are already strung stand out so brightly on a night like this.
It seems a lot of the folks who hang lights this early are the ones who go all out, with all the extra trimmings like lights in reindeer shapes and candy cane trees, rather than just a few icicle lights along the eaves.
Itís no use thinking this has anything to do with me, though. Iím afraid of heights for one thing, and Iím also afraid of exorbitant electric bills. And I wouldnít want to go the halfway route, with a single string of lights. Plus, whatís the point? No one can see my house anyway, unless they deliberately come to visit.
In fact, Iíve pretty much decided that the only reason I have to decorate at all is for my own amusement and satisfaction. Itíll nudge me into the holiday mood, when I get around to dragging my big box of decorations in from the garage. Even if no one else is around to enjoy it, Iíll still set up the figurines and candles and such. In fact, I should probably do it sooner rather than later. I could use that nudge.