This weekend we are going out at night and look at the Christmas lights displays around town. It is something I have done since I was a little kid, sitting in the backseat of our Ford Fairlane while dad drove us around town.
When I was little, downtown Tacoma, where I grew up, used to have great displays in the department store windows. Nothing like we see now; these displays were works of fine craftsmanship, with moving parts and a sense of awe while you looked at them. All the streets of downtown were lit up, and it was a joy just going downtown to see the displays.
I still find that same sense of wonder today at my advanced age. Christmas is the one time of year when all the atrocities of the world seem to fade, and the feeling of love and goodwill take center stage.
Wouldn’t it be nice if Christmas came daily, so that goodwill would stick around awhile?
Living Simple is my way of returning to the old days, when life seemed to be less hectic and a whole lot friendlier. For those of you who are ridiculously young, you may not know what I’m talking about, but I clearly remember walking those streets in downtown Tacoma, and people would say “Merry Christmas” as you passed them, and there would be smiles on the faces that you passed.
It was a time when entertainment for a family consisted of getting in that old car and driving around in awe of the incredible lighted displays, and laughing with mom and dad, and singing Christmas songs as we drove.
I will keep clinging to those times because, quite frankly, they were important, and today’s world could benefit from those lessons of long ago.