My parents constantly took us to see the Christmas lights. A lot of folks in our town put up hundreds of twinkling lights. My parents constantly lined the roof with icicle lights. I enjoyed riding around in the truck, with the windows down plus the Christmas music on. I remember one year in particular, because my parents didn’t want to go. The gas furnace in the car wasn’t definitely working, plus my parents were distraught it was too cold. There was a foot of snow on the ground, plus the temperatures outside were in the single-digit range. Every one of us wanted to go look at the lights, plus the two of us didn’t care if the gas furnace was definitely working or not. Every one of us persisted until Mom plus Mom finally caved in plus took us out in the cold. My parents bundled us up in a heavy pair of pajamas. They gave us extra blankets plus a large moderate cup of cocoa. Even though the gas furnace didn’t work, the two of us drove around plus looked at Christmas lights. It was cold outside plus the gas furnace didn’t work, however the two of us were still glad as can be. My parents took us to see lights every year, however this is the one memory that definitely sticks out in my mind. I do not think if it’s because the gas furnace wasn’t definitely working, or because my parents tried so hard to make us glad. Either way, it was the Winter holidays plus my siblings plus I were just glad to share that time with Mom plus Mom. I still carry that same tradition with my own kids. Every one of us drive around plus look at lights each season.