Hubby and I drove around this evening looking at Christmas lights. We went through some mighty swanky neighborhoods with pit-tee-full Christmas lights. Seems to me that, if you're wealthy enough to live in "Windsor-on-the-James" you should be required to fork out a little cash for holiday decorations. Seriously. Even if you're Jewish, Hanukkah is the "festival of light". Correct?
We don't even have our tree up yet, so maybe I should give these folks another few days. Perhaps they have been plagued by three weeks of viruses, colds and injuries as have we. But...couldn't they have paid someone to light up their house?
I know, I know. Why should I expect the wealthy to provide me with holiday entertainment. I guess I was raised to believe that, at Christmas time, they should lean out of their window...ask what day it is... and send a little crippled guy to my house with the largest turkey in the butcher's window.
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