This morning on my way to work I noticed the first set of Christmas lights shining brightly on a cold November morning. Granted, they were on a garage facing the back alley, but they were up, nonetheless. The alley runs alongside Lewvan Drive, so I guess the owner of the house wants to give those drivers who use Lewvan a little taste of Christmas. If that person took the time to decorate the garage at the back of the house, I can only imagine the front is adorned with lights as well. I didn’t drive around to check. It was a little too early in the morning for that.
I remember growing up in Lethbridge my dad would make sure we had the brightest house on the block. He put lights everywhere. The house, the trees, the fence. I imagine every time we turned those suckers on the people at the power company went, “Whoa. What was that?” I loved the way they looked, but I didn’t enjoy helping my dad put them up.
Every year, a couple of weeks before Christmas, mom and dad would take my sister and I for a drive around the city to look at Christmas lights. I used to love that. There was something magical about it all.
For the last few years, my wife and I have taken our granddaughters to Candy Cane Lane. I can only imagine how much money that neighbourhood adds to the provincial coffers every year with those power bills, but I’m guessing it’s a big chunk of change. If you’ve never seen Candy Cane Lane before, you really should make it a point to get out there this winter. It doesn’t matter whether you’re 8 or 80, it’s a wonderful thing to behold.
So, if you’ll be putting up Christmas lights this year, leave them on all night! It’ll certainly brighten up my drive to work every morning!