The tapestry of homes in the neighborhood, each with its own genetic sequence of holiday lights and or a total lack of decor. My house was one of the homes that was lacking. No lights. No red. No White. No Seasons Greetings. Just our home. The first time in years we haven’t decorated. But after walking and talking to our youngest in Ireland, we put up two wreaths , some lights and a half finished Christmas tree. She told us she was listening to Christmas music, which she does every season. When she asked if the house was decorated, we told her “no”, because we we’re traveling to Europe to pick her up. That’s when I got to work, thankful for the reminder and that she can be sentimental sometimes.