I’ll be the first to admit it.
I start thinking of Christmas lights well before Thanksgiving, and I hate letting them go after New Years has come and gone.
So starting January 1st, when I’m on my sunset walkabouts in the ‘Port campground…
I look for them.
Hoping to catch a glimpse of glowing light around every curve in the road, just one more glimpse of the Christmas magic I can’t seem to let go of.
To douse all the lovely candles, the white lights and wreaths.
All those lovely things that, to me, aren’t just tied to Christmas.
As much a part of winter as the silhouetted pines against a symphony of sunset light…