Lighting up the magic of Christmas
THERE'S something magical about looking at Christmas lights. If only putting them up was half as easy (and as fun) as watching them.
For years my dad would get the ladder out and precariously scale the outside of the house and decorate the house with the blinking coloured globes.
When we were younger, my sister and I loved going along for drives to check out the lights on display around Maclean, and always would want to drive past Nan and Pop's place. Maybe it was a little healthy rivalry (and some pestering from us kids) that pressured Dad into the first 2m roll of fairy lights.
What first started as some Christmas fun soon escalated into a Cold War-esque arms race, fought not with missiles but metres of blinking LEDs.
Whatever Pop had, Dad had to have one too, preferably longer, brighter and louder.
He bought one set of lights that played music, but soon had to be muted for fear of driving the neighbours insane.
What did drive Dad insane was untangling the rolls of lights year after year, teetering on a ladder to run the lights along the gutter and hanging them off the veranda, only to find one bulb had blown and a whole section of his Christmas wonderland was dead.
I have an appreciation for everyone who puts in the effort to make Christmas special for others with their light shows. To find the best lights, visit The Daily Examiner's website for an interactive map, and join in the fun, without all the effort.