IT WAS AFTER 11 p.m. on Christmas Eve that my husband and I took the dog out for a walk. It was quiet. Magic of a different kind.
Snow crunched under our feet as we walked, the dog sniffed this way and that, and Christmas lights shone beautifully on so many houses along the way.
The path took us to the Christmas house on Pine and 6th.
The wealth of garlands is enough to make you go wide-eyed every time.
Daniela Ginta is a mother, scientist, writer and blogger. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org, or through her blog at http://www.thinkofclouds.com.