Media Says Economy Affecting Home Christmas Light Displays

Just a few days ago, I was riding on a shuttle bus to an event with a number of media folks from around the state. We were all involved in journalism either in newspapers, TV, radio or freelance writers and joined together on this mode of transportation for this one night to enjoy a holiday get together. It was a cold and dark December night, which is how most writers start a suspenseful story – or at least Snoopy does – but the night was typical for December and it did lend itself for a good night to see Christmas lights as we drove through some of Nashville’s neighborhoods.
As I sat there gazing out the window into the dark yards of unsuspecting Nashvillians, I overheard two of my fellow media types talking about how they had noticed that there seemed to be less lights this year on individual’s homes. After talking about how they themselves had only done minimal decorating, they surmised that it was due to the current economy and that a lot of people just didn’t feel like celebrating this year with yards resembling “Whoville.”
Knowing that I had just finished the past weekend proceeding to turn our front yard and home into a display of flashing lights and holiday gaudiness on a day with winds out of the north that could freeze the tail off of a brass monkey, I thought to myself why had I not thought of the excuse to blame the economy and kept my lighted reindeer in the attic for another year.
However, I have been a part of the “Gaudy Christmas Decoration Society” for years and the economy has never really figured into my reasoning for lighting our hillside home with lights you could land an airplane with. To understand the real reason I do it each year, all I have to do is reflect back to when I was a child growing up on our rural countryside farm. I’ve told this story before, but I think this year it deserves to be told again. You know, with the economy and everything the way it is.
In the late fifties Christmas lights on doorways and houses were something you may have seen in nearby cities, but not on the farms in our area. Of course, everyone placed their lighted live cedar Christmas trees in front of a window or as close as possible so it could be seen from the outside, but yard decorations were just not that prevalent back then. I remember the visits to town at Christmas
time and seeing the storefronts full of lights and Christmas decorations. The homes along Murfreesboro’s Main Street were always beautifully decorated with evergreens and lights. As a small child those homes were a wonderment of holiday excitement and hopes.
One year, about three weeks before Christmas day, my mother and father arrived home from a trip into town. As they unpacked their purchases from their trip to town, they pulled out two long boxes that were decorated with Christmas trees and had the logo of GE on the front of each box. The boxes had come from the Firestone store where my father bought everything.
Each box contained a strand of 12 outdoor Christmas lights of multi-colors. Of course, they were the kind that if one burnt out they all would go out, but they were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. My mother had saved back some special “Christmas money” to buy the lights and to add some holiday cheer to our Tennessee farmhouse.
My father cut cedar greenery and helped us nail it around the front door. Then he and my sister attached the lights to each side of the doorway and ran a brown extension cord to the single light bulb socket located on the porch. Each bulb was checked and the lights tested to see if they worked. After passing all tests, our outside display now waited for sundown.
I’ll never forget standing in that dark and cold December night in our front yard as my mother turned on the porch light switch. It was as big of an event to me as the lighting of the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center in New York City.
When the lights came on their blues, greens, reds, and yellows blended just right with the cedar greenery on the doorway. As a small boy it signaled to me that the Christmas season had arrived.
For years we used those lights from the Firestone store. They soon lost the paint from around the
bulbs and you could see light through the cracks in their paint, but they still announced the arrival of
the season to our rural countryside.

So, I guess that is why I still put up my Christmas lights each year. To announce to others that the season has arrived at our house and to renew those same feelings I felt standing in that cold front yard many Christmases ago – a feeling of belonging and being loved by a family who cared to express the joy of the holiday season. Merry Christmas!