One of the vanguards of this Somerville tradition had their lights up mid-November. Though not nearly as spectacular as others in the neighborhood, this display did have a catalytic effect: by the following weekend, a dozen other places were lit up. Right now, the brightest display is across the street from me: two storeys' worth of colored lights arcing off the roof of this massive two-family into the front garden-space.
Perhaps it's guilt, perhaps it's the need to light up the night during the darkest time of year, but last night, for the first time ever in my current place, I even put up some lights in my front window. Of course, what I have up pales in comparison with my neighbors' efforts. Still, it's something.
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