There's one family on my block who still have their Christmas lights up - and boy do they have them up. The trees and reindeer still crowd inside the candy cane border, and only one of the candy canes has succumbed to the soft earth, the post-snow mud. This burst of bright light pushes against the darkness of the street, refusing to believe that Christmas ends before Three Kings' Day, no matter what anyone else might think.
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