Let There Be Bling!

Christmas has come and gone. Twelfth Night has come and gone. Even my neighbor has taken down her lovely lights, somewhat reluctantly.

("Not everyone approves of them," she told me, but I cheered, as I have every year, sometimes standing in my yard, alone, looking downhill, feeling warm and toasty inside).

And so I am pleased that a tree and some lights remain downtown thanks to . . . whatever . . . inertia, forgetfulness, or perhaps a kindred spirit's rebellion. 

Just look how they sparkle and shine! They bring heat to a cold winter's day!