Consider where the magic lives
We were trying to explain the magic of holiday lights to someone who just couldn’t get in the spirit. We tried the magnitude of Gardens Aglow and the welcome beacon of a lighthouse to the homeward bound. But we just weren’t speaking the same language.
“Why does it all have to be so commercial? Why can’t you celebrate when you want to? Why does this craziness make you happy?” Try as we might, we just couldn’t get through.
Until one night, after driving through a snowy landscape, we suddenly turned the corner to a rising moon. I said. “It’s like that! How you feel when you suddenly come upon something like that. Like when a deer steps out of the woods, or a whale suddenly rises alongside the boat. That’s what it’s like to find a pine tree covered in lights, standing in someone’s back yard in the night. People don’t put up random displays of colored lights in July.”