DECEMBER, A LITTLE AFTER SIX O'clock
Your kids will remember the year the house glowed.

It gets dark early here. You turn onto your street after a long day, headlights on, everybody tired... and then there it is.
Every roofline traced. The porch warm. The big tree out front lit from the ground up. The whole house looking like the inside of a memory.
The kids go quiet for about a second, and then they completely lose it.
That is really what people are calling us for. Not the lights... the moment.








