One of my neighbors has the brightest, most colorful light display imaginable. Last year I found out why he does it: he lives in that house with his 90 year old mother. Years ago, everyone in that cul-de-sac had holiday lights. Now most of them are elderly and he has gradually added to his light show as theirs have become too burdensome. He enchants the whole street, including me.
This year I noticed something else: the first lights he puts up are all blue and white. It’s only after Chanukah that the red and green lights are lit. That can’t be a coincidence.
I am fond of my neighbor: he’s a good man. I smile every time I round the corner and see his light display. It isn’t my holiday, but I love to see his lights shine.
6 thoughts on “Love My Neighbor”
There is a man who “gets it”. To realize there is more than one religion/faith tradition, one way of thinking/believing in the world and we can all be a light to shine for one another!
He’s a sweet man indeed! Thanks for reading and commenting.
Isn’t “your” holiday? Lol, you can spot a gentile wannabe a mile off.
Nah, I just like shiny objects. 😛
believing in the world and we can all be a light to shine for one another!
Amen! Thank you for reading and commenting.