christmas decorations
Lucy and I were walking home the other night–just after the first snow hit. It was cold and we were bundled up and as we got closer to a tree she pointed at it and said “look, it’s decorated for Christmas!” I laughed at first–it was not, in fact, decorated, but little beads of ice had formed on the tips of its dead branches and it certainly looked wintry. But she insisted. “No, look!” and pulled me so I was standing where she was standing.
She was looking through the beads at the intersection ahead, where the stoplight was green and the crosswalk sign was red, so the ice on the tree glistened with Christmas colors. I sometimes have a hard time getting enthusiastic about Christmas decorations, but I was happy the rest of the way home. I doubted anyone else had ever seen it, but holidays are meant to be personal anyway.