I’ve mentioned that we don’t do the festive
light show outside for Christmas – nary a light. We are minimalists when it
comes to an outdoor show for the holidays. I’ve got a simple wreath on the
front door and our porch light and inside lights shining out will have to
suffice. We’ve been discussing this again this year, and we both think back to
the times when the only Christmas décor in our parent’s mid-century homes was
the Christmas tree, presents underneath, and perhaps a decoration on the front
door. We like to keep that tradition.
My mother did like to do up a new
decoration each year for the front door. One year, when we’d moved from a New
York City apartment out to a house in the Long Island suburbs, she created a
memorable display. The door was sheathed in shiny aluminum foil and she glued
up a great cluster of small, wrapped gift boxes for the center. Thinking to light this display properly, she
went to the hardware store and purchased a special bulb for the porch
light. The next day one of the neighbors stopped by and, knowing my father was in the hospital, advised her to change
the bulb. He told her the significance of the color: it was red. My
mother, in her thirties, had had no idea. Needless to say, that night the bulb
was green, and we had a green bulb at Christmas – and a great family story once
we kids were old enough to appreciate it – from then on.
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