This time of year, our street looks a little bit like a runway. This weekend, Bob and I realized that we were literally the only house on our street without little white lights lining the perimiter of our property It seems as though this is the thing to do around here. I think that because there is no snow in Big Texas, and therefore no natural signs of the holiday season, people knock themsevles out with the lights. Bob felt very strongly that we should participate, so off we went to Walmart, 2 Targets, Home Depot, AND Lowes in search of the necessary supplies. Every store was sold out of the little stakes that hold the lights up, so Bob ended up making is own out of survey flags. Our lights are also a little bit different from those of our neighbors because clear lights were not to be found. We had to settle for frosty white lights, but if you ask me, they all looks more or less the same.
Like my friend Kitty, I've never had a Christmas tree of my very own in my apartment or house (go check out her Christmas branch, it's very crafty and cool). I usually go to Minnesota for Christmas, and there are plenty of Christmas trees there so I never saw the point of having my own tree. Maybe it was the lights, or the fact that I now own my home, but for some reason, I decided that a tree was in order this year. Bob wanted to get a real tree, but that just sounded like a big huge mess to me, so I convinced him to let me be in charge of the tree. Because Bob is sort of Jewish, and because we are equal opportunity agnostics, I let him be in charge of the menorah. We got both the tree and the menorah at the Super Target and now the inside of our house looks somewhat festive too. The best thing about this tree might be that we can put it back in the box and store it in the garage until next year. For now, it's looking a little naked with no ornaments. If I get control of my holiday knitting, I may try to knit some of those little sweater ornaments for it. I think that would be pretty good.