On Saturday night we went for a drive to see Christmas lights. Our neighborhood had more lights compared to everything else we saw. It seems like this year nobody is celebrating Christmas; or if they are, they are celebrating it for the wrong reasons. I think everybody forgets what Christmas is really about: the birth of Christ. There was one particular house that we saw that was unbelievable. The owners had their own radio station and the lights on the house would coordinate with the music. The music was classical with some rock edge to it, which I loved, and there lights would blink on and off according to the music. My favorite part of it was the little snowman and shark that were in the grass. The snowman had a chunk of his butt that was bitten off as he was trying to swim away from the shark that had bitten him. It was pretty hilarious. There was also a Santa Claus that was swinging in a hammock.
