December 28th – I called in a a friend’s house, who’s garden was done the whole hog for Christmas – but unlike the usual garish, flashing lights theirs were small, gentle and beautiful.
There is something unendingly charming about Christmas lights on spruce, and I can see why it has captivated generations.
It was nice to see something so pretty amidst all the garish flashing and glare elsewhere.
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