when i am home alone my separated parents off doing separated things i drive my car around the neighborhood looking at the christmas lights. i do this in silence; i want nothing more than to just gaze at them remember the sheer awe and beauty of a couple little lightbulbs strung together on wire. it used to strike me as odd why people hang lights anyway around christmas time but i soon came to realize it's because it brings people closer together. neighbors whom you have ignored are now helping you find power outlets. friends of your wife whom you used to detest are now handing you a plate of cookies, smiling and wishing you a safe and wonderful christmas. i see this all of the time. and it makes me smile to know that just by a simple arrangement of little blue-bulbed lights we are all, actually family.
although not practicing, I was raised Jewish. every year, as a child, I was always fascinated by christmas lights, and somehow knew there was a different meaning.