Christmas isn't Christmas without Christmas lights. Growing up, we had blue lights. Blue lights year after year. Blue isn't a Christmas colour Dad - didn't anyone tell you? But it was our Christmas light colour. After I moved out, they went with colour lights, but somehow, I still see their house as needing blue lights.
Me, well colour all the way baby. Funny enough, one year Chris bought blue lights. I knew I married my Dad!! But they seemed to be a bad batch. So were the white ones for two years! Last year, the colour lights were just so beautiful in our great big tree, I knew we found "our" colour. And apparently so did the squirrels!! They ate through them, but I am not about to be out done by some cute rodents - so this year I added three more strands.
And my front door has this beautiful Santa that my mom bought me a few years ago. Lights and Santa. Now it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.