We had supper at a Mediterranean cafe today, then we drove around the neighborhood, looking at all the lights. It was fun.

Our lights consist of yellowish plastic candles with colored bulbs on top. (I've been told they are called Swedish candles, but don't seem to be around any more.)They sit on the sills of windows facing the street. One year the bulbs are all orange (my husband's preference), and the next year they are multicolored.

I started this tradition years ago, when our fixer-upper house was didn't have a single electrical outlet out of doors. Also, I could set them up without going out in the cold. I hate the cold.

Tonight when we drove up to our little bungalow, the small lights seemed so cozy and friendly.

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Backwoodsman, I'm sorry for your loss.