Our neighborhood has mediocre Christmas spirit.
I don’t know if it’s because there are just a bunch of houses with front-attached garages (which are admittedly pretty limited when it comes to decorating potential) or if we just happen to live in an area where fewer people are into the holidays, but either way… a string of lights here, some flashing lights there… but overall, pretty mediocre.
We were running this morning and Clint –who fills our long jaunts with a welcome gift-of-gab that inspires so much more than just a social group run– mentioned that he’d taken his family to Candy Cane Lane the other day, the City’s flagship street of epic-holiday-decoration-ness.
His review was a long-winded: meh.
But, as he was telling us this, ten minutes into our two-hour distance, we just happened to be running by the neighborhood that neighbors my own. “Next year I’m just going to walk the family around here.” He said, gesturing at the daylit houses with an obvious abundance of decorations. “Most of the houses around here are decorated just as nice… and you don’t have to deal with the damn crowds.”
So, we took his advice.
After dinner we bundled up in our winter gear, walked the ten minute walk across the four-lane road that separates our two suburban units, and skittled across the icy sidewalks into the deeps of our neighboring neighbourhood.
Review: pretty darn good for a ten minute walk from our house. It’s on those handful of such occasions I sometimes wish I lived in an area with a tad more community spirit.