My parents consistently took us to see the Christmas lights. A lot of folks in our village put up hundreds of twinkling lights. My parents consistently lined the roof with icicle lights. I appreciated riding around in the truck, with the windows down as well as the Christmas music on. I remember a single year in particular, because our parents didn’t want to go. The furnace in the automobile wasn’t honestly working, as well as our parents were anxious it was too cold. There was a foot of snow on the ground, as well as the temperatures outside were in the single-digit range. The people I was with and I wanted to go look at the lights, as well as we didn’t care if the furnace was honestly working or not. The people I was with and I persisted until Mom as well as Dad finally caved in as well as took us out in the cold. My parents bundled us up in a heavy pair of pajamas. They gave us extra blankets as well as a sizable warm cup of cocoa. Even though the furnace didn’t work, we drove around as well as looked at Christmas lights. It was cold outside as well as the furnace didn’t work, however we were still cheerful as can be. My parents took us to see lights every year, however this is the a single memory that entirely sticks out in our mind. I do not guess if it’s because the furnace wasn’t honestly working, or because our parents tried so strenuous to make us cheerful. Either way, it was the Wintertime holidays as well as our siblings as well as I were just cheerful to share that time with Mom as well as Dad. I still carry that same tradition with our own boys. The people I was with and I drive around as well as look at lights each season.