Maybe my shoes aren't too tight

I'm not really a big holiday decorator. I don't do pumpkins. I don't put up a tree (I have a house full of cats . . . if I had a tree, everyday I'd come home to find it in a different room than when I left). I don't even put a wreath on the door. I have christmas fatigue the first week of November. I'm kinda an all-holiday Scrooge.

There is a house I pass everyday on my way to and from work. It was lovingly restored by the owners. They have a lovely porch, and herb garden to inspire envy. They decorate. They put up elaborate halloween decorations . . . and then the first week of November, they are festooned with swags of greenery and lights. (It did occur to me this week that it probably is easier to decorate for the next holiday as you're taking down the last one.)

Now that we've had the time change, I find myself passing this house in twilight. Tonight, they had the holiday lights on . . . and I had to smile and appreciate how pretty it was. Maybe I'm not the grinchiest after all.