The life that we live

When I was little I couldn’t wait until Thanksgiving Day because that was the day that our town and the surrounding towns would put out the city Christmas lights. There were lights on every lamp post and around every single shop window. It was a rare thing to see a house without Christmas lights shining brightly around windows and doors. The people with yards had decorations in the yard and those who lived in a house had decorations around the roof. It was a wonderful thing. It is saddening that to see a handful of Christmas lights you have to drive a few miles. There are more houses unlit on any given street than there are lit. I miss the lights, the trees, the decorations, and the celebration. I don’t see Christmas Carolers or anything like that any more either. Maybe I’m out dated in my beliefs, maybe what I want is in the far past, but I some times have a sudden urge to go to the store, but out the christmas decorations and attack each and every house and building that isn’t decorated. That’s just me though. I wish the kids would see what Christmas was like when I was a kid. How everyone would wish you merry greetings and mean it. How the holidays truly did bring out the best in everyone. I miss it all.