12/22/12

It's Christmastime

"Out in the harbor the ships come in,
it's Christmastime.
The kids holler carols 'cross the water.
Stars that shine.
All that I want.

Above the rooftops the full moon dips it's golden spoon.
I wait on clip-clops, deer might fly. Why not? I met you.
All that I want.

And when the night is falling 
down the sky at midnight. 
Another year is stalling.
Far away, a good bye, good night.
All that I want.

So small a turning, the world grows older every day.
An ache, a yearning.
Soften when I hear you say,
All that I want.

And when the cold wind's blowing.
Snow drifts through the pine trees.
In houses lights are glowing.
Likewise in your eyes that find me here.
Here with all that I want.

Out in the harbor, the ships come in.
It's Christmastime."

-The Weepies 'All that I want'


there is a family who lives about 45 minutes away, and every year they put up hundreds of thousands of lights, and invite people to stroll through and look at all of the displays.
the first three pictures were taken there.
the others were taken around the house.










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