Growing up, my family considered looking at Christmas lights to be an art. We did it annually, and with lots of hot chocolate.
This year, we set out to do just that. To drive around and find the best neighborhoods to look at lights.
Turns out, we don't have many of those in the West Valley. As in... none. So we improvised. We got some food, went to the local ballpark and found a big tree with a ton of lights - set to music! we ate dinner on Frank's trunk and spent an hour running around the tree, dancing like maniacs to loud Christmas music.
It was one of the most memorable evenings of the year.
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