Maybe my memory is playing tricks on me, but it seems that these kinds of displays were rarer and therefore more magical when I was younger. Now, I see at least a dozen of these kinds of displays on my way home from work.
When I was a kid growing up in Blaine, there was a house not far from where we lived that had one of those amazing and ostentatious holiday light displays. Whenever we were heading home on Highway 65 from wherever we were, we would beg Mom to drive past the house. She would never answer our pleas but when she took the left at Blainbrook that headed towards John and Eileen’s house instead of the right that went to our house, we knew where we were going.
She’d drive slowly down the street and tell us about the display.
“The man who lives there has a daughter,” Mom said. “When she was a teenager she went blind, and that’s when he started making the Christmas display. Each year he adds more and more lights because he hopes he can make it bright enough for her to see.”
I have no idea if that story is true or not. I don’t even know how my mom would have known that bit of information. But when I was younger I thought it was the sweetest and most tragic thing I’d ever heard. Maybe that’s why the light display seemed so magical and now they all just seem kind of crass.