Silent nights and twinkling lights.

There's something inherently enchanting about a cold, silent and still, winter evening when all you can see are small twinkling lights and all you can hear is the pounding of your feet and the sound of your breath. I've discovered a new found love of jogging in the dark, which is typically thought to be an absolute no n0 on my scale of risk taking. Let me not fool anyone here. I'm most certainly not a runner. On occasion, should the inspiration hit, I will throw on a pair of sneakers and take them around the block, which is precisely what I've done a few times this week.

There's something so magical about running at night in the dark of early evening this time of year. Perhaps it's the ambiance created by all of those small, mini Christmas lights everyone has decorating the outside of their homes. Or maybe it's the lack of crickets, a sound I love during summer, but one which creates an entirely new experience during winter where once there was sound and now there is silence.

Did I mention all of those twinkling lights? I'm in love. So much pretty to look at, it hurts my eyes. Aaaand simultaneously makes me want to purchase about 10 more strands of lights, garland, wreaths, and bows. No, really. I've been having to resist the urge. Now that we have what I consider our first "real" house, it has taken all that I have not rack up a little bit more holiday cheer on my credit card.

But as I've been pounding the pavement, I've been playing a game of thankfulness. Even during this time of year, when spending is an expected indulgence, I'm trying to remember what really matters in life. And here's a surprise. It's really not about how beautiful the outside of your house looks. Or the inside, for that matter.

So, without further adieu, here's our sad little display of lights. It's not all. But it's something. There may just be a few more strands popping up by the end of the season, but nothing over the top. It's unlike that anyone will drive by and stop to admire our display but that's okay. I'll just stop to admire theirs and I'm perfectly okay with that for now. 

Merry Christmas!

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