It's now December; the safe zone where you can start your Christmas decorations and festivities without incurring the wrath from the Holiday Enforcement Legion. "Stay in your lane, Christmas," they say. "We haven't even had Thanksgiving yet!" So what if my Christmas tree is up after Halloween! I don't even like Thanksgiving all that much, and thanks to people like Vivian Perea from ROCKDEEP ROGUE RADIO, I am reminded that celebrating is an insult to Native Americans. So...suck on that Turkey Day defenders! I'll celebrate Christmas starting November 1st to cover up your racist-ass, white-washed, pseudo holiday. Nothing ever bad ever came from Christmas!
In all seriousness, We here at GGR and ROCKDEEP ROGUE RADIO don't judge anyone for how/what they celebrate. We're all about understanding and acceptance. We're also about the truth. If you want to celebrate something, at least know why you're doing it and know the facts behind it.
So, I got WAY off topic here. I'm writing this blog tonight to talk about one of my favorite holiday traditions: Christmas lights. Seriously, I'm borderline obsessed with them. They're the coolest thing, especially when they're done well. My family and I went to Disney World a few years ago at Christmas Time and saw the final year of the Osborne Family Christmas Lights in Hollywood Studios. It's incredible. Don't take my word for it, check it out!
I started this blog with some frivolity and light-hearted joking, but I want to take it to a more somber tone for a moment. Why do I have this love for Christmas lights? My mom. Some of my favorite holiday memories as a child involve driving around with my parents and little brother to check out the awesome Christmas light displays. My mom and I especially loved Christmas lights.
When my mom's health was rapidly deteriorating from cancer in December of 2013, we decided to go to Busch Gardens in Williamsburg, Virginia for the ChristmasTown celebration. Mom wasn't doing well. She looked like she was in pain all the time. Fact of the matter, she most likely was. We were only there for a few hours when she asked me if we could go back to the hotel. She wasn't feeling well. We were only about an hour away from it being dark enough for the lights to come on and I asked her if there was any way she could tough it out. She stayed and got to see this:
Her eyes lit up. "Wow, it's so pretty!" she said as she marveled at all the displays. As we walked back to the car she thanked me for making her stay and said it was definitely worth it. This was the last time I got to see my mom before she passed away. It was a great moment that we shared during our favorite time of the year. We go every year and it's a wonderful reminder of that beautiful moment we shared before she passed away.
This blog post is a call to action: share your awesome Christmas light pics with us at GGR and ROCKDEEP ROGUE RADIO. We want to share in them because it helps brighten the season but also, for selfish reasons, it helps me remember my mom.