We don't celebrate Christmas, but there's no denying that Christmas lights are super pretty. And now that we are suburbanites, I am noticing that people out here are really, really into decorating.
There's this one house on the corner that has the entire blow-up cast of Winnie the Pooh on an actual, moving blow-up merry-go-round.
Sometimes, for fun, I take the girls to get warm milks at Starbucks (whatever, I don't want to hear it) and then we drive around looking at the "beautiful lights." Our favorites are the white lights, especially when there's a matching all-white Christmas tree in the window.
But there's this one house that has a manger all lit up, and the plastic people in that manger scene are wearing purple and blue and pink robes.
So it's totally understandable why I would hear a little voice shouting excitedly from the back of the car:
"Look, Mommy! Princesses!"
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Poor Saint Joseph - he never gets any respect!
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