The Christmas House
Here we G O again!
O F F to the Christmas H O U S E…
the tradition at least five years old
and not an official tour spot,
just some ‘hood nearby.
Its bright lights of merry
drew us for the first time.
People would pull over, get out
of their cars, walk on the grass.
We were told the family set it up
to invite all - a home away from
the N O R T H PO L E…
The decoration has changed a bit.
When first we went, the singing flowers
would freak out my grandson - the boy
would want to punch it. There was a Teddy bear
whose arms would hug you and S N O W.
This night, I told my grand I would take his pic.
He says, “No, let me,” and pulls out his phone
to video the eye-popping display.
Kids today! Traditions! I believe!
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