We went to spot some Christmas lights tonight just after second-night black olive pizza and re-do lemon birthday cake that might have had vanilla ice cream. Nothing beats a repast of simple carbs with easy clean- up. Well, some simple carbs and wine. And cheese. We loaded up the jammied boys between the winter coats and mittens left to freeze in our back seat; Melissa DJ'd as we listened to our two-year-old sing rum- pa-pum and J-I-N-G-L-E jazz. Our two-year-old reminds me of the days when colored lights would sing my heart ablaze.
It’s a tradition that we don’t really spotlight, but it is handed down from generation to generation. Driving around neighborhoods looking at the festive joy of Christmas lights. I need to try adding wine…