Five Minute Friday: Christmas Lights

I love Christmas lights.

Lights wrapping evergreens with their sparkling.

Lights covered in frost shimmering on my house.

The familiar lights of my neighbor's and communities homes.

Candlelight and Christmas light up the church.

They represent to me the spirit of Christmas.

The light that came.

The light that is.

The light that will be.

Lights stands for hope and vision.

Purpose and perseverence.

Past and future intertwined in a moment.

Family.

The lights represent family and tradition.

The overcoming and the enduring home.

The individual tied together with the same energy running through to light our home.

I love the Joy, Beauty and Meaning of Christmas Lights!

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