There are few things that really shake the Scrooge out of you like Christmas lights can. I remember Mom and Dad piling my sister and me in the car to go on a slow crawl around nearby neighborhoods, gawking at the Christmas lights. As a child, I thought the colorful lights were far superior to the plain ol' clear ones. But since the University started decorating the front lawn with millions* of bluish white strands, I think I've been converted.
Whoops. That last one isn't Harding...
*OK, maybe not millions. Humor me.
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