From this terrific blogger, Shattered In Him. Just right for Christmas!
As we pulled onto the main road in the town where my mother-in-law lives, we saw a house lit up with Christmas lights. Our three year-old daughter exclaimed, “Lights!” She gleefully clapped her hands and asked for more ‘happy lights’. Since it was Thanksgiving weekend, when most people begin to decorate for the holidays, my husband and I decided to drive around the small town in search of more light displays.
The town, however, was silent and dark.
We continued to drive and even made a game out of who would spot lights first, yet no displays were to be found. A little sigh of resignation was heard from the back of the van and a quiet disclaimer of, “no more lights.” I turned to see my daughter slumped in her car seat and looking disturbed about the lack of happy lights in that town.
It reminded me of what…
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