Well Said

I haven’t thought of this memory until now. But last year, I was at home in Marshall, Texas, where the holiday lights are outstanding and full of that magical Christmas cheer that I love. We walk around the courthouse grounds and then drive around the old plantation homes that I covet every year. They all do such a great job making sure their houses are in line with nothing less than spectacular, you almost wonder if the HOA has put it in writing, “you must have at least 700 square feet of lights, computerized Santa, and a flying sleigh over your house from December first to the 31st.”


So I’m soaking up the different versions of this, from Elvis Santa Clause to Bermuda Triangle Santa Clause and now - Dwight Schrute. But seerslay that was so two Christmases ago.
Near the end of the tour I see a house back in the woods. No lights. How dare they? I thought, ‘Are these the bah-hum-bug people?’

But as we make the turn back home, the darkness surrounding their house directed my eyes to one soft spotlight hanging from a tree. It beamed down upon a manger and a baby doll wrapped in white dish cloths.

And to think I almost forgot.

Well said house. Thank you.