And the Lights go Dim

I am watching our Christmas lights dance to music for the last time tonight. My husband put together a beautifully choreographed display of lights this year and it has been a feast for my eyes and soul. My little boy lays asleep having drifted off for the last time listening to his beloved Christmas songs. How my little man loves his songs and lights. I wonder what tomorrow night will bring with its deafening silence and lack of electrical illumination? I have been dreading this day for him for almost a week but as I sit here watching the lights from our study window, my heart is breaking. I know the lights will be back in full force (and then some) next year but I just don't want to part with them.  Maybe, I don't like the dark, maybe I will miss the playfulness of the whole thing or just maybe I just want Christmas everyday. For me, for my husband, and most importantly - my sleeping babies. If only every night we could be escorted to a realm of peaceful dreams on the tail of a colorful twinkling comet with Bing Crosby providing the music accompaniment. Sleep tight everyone.