Christmas Lights

Once again, the holiday season is upon us. Time to shop, cook, sing, wrap presents, send out cards. Oh, and one more thing...the traditional drive around town to look at the Christmas lights. Here's a typical excursion.


Christmas Lights

It happens every year. December comes. Soon, colored lights blossom all over town. Inevitably, on a cold, frosty evening, one of us suggests, "Let's take a drive and look at the Christmas lights." Why, I don't know. Here's how it usually goes.

Dan: Who wants to take a drive to see the Christmas lights?

Heather and Mike: I do! I do!

Dan: Okay, let's get bundled up.

Coats, hats, mittens, boots, and other miscellaneous items of apparel are rooted out and donned, while Liz stuffs the baby into her bunting.

Mike: I need help! I need help!

Liz: Mike, you can zip your own coat. I'm busy dressing Helen.

Mike: No, I can't!

Liz: Yes, you can. You're a big boy.

Mike bursts into tears. With an exasperated sigh, Liz zips his coat. The tears stop instantly.

Dan: Is everybody ready? Okay, kids, go get into your car-seats.

There is a mad scramble for the door. A scream goes up.

Heather: Mike pushed past me!

Mike: No, I didn't.

Heather: Yes, you did! I wanted to open the door! I was there first!

Mike: No, you weren't.

During all of this, Liz has been gently saying, "Take it easy. Not so loud. Don't get upset." Eventually she bursts out, "Be quiet! So what if you didn't get to open the door?!?"

With a growl, she shepherds the children out the door with one arm, carrying the baby in her other arm. The noise subsides. Finally, everyone is in the car and the ride commences.

Heather: Daddy, I'm cold.

Dan: The heater is on. It takes a while to warm up.

Heather: But I'm cold!

Dan: So is everyone.

Heather's complaints dwindle to mutters.

Liz: Look at those pretty lights over there.

Heather and Mike: Where? Where?

Liz: Look out Heather's window.

Heather: I see them.

Mike: I can't see! Where?

Liz: It's too late. You missed them.

Heather: *I* saw the lights, Mike.

Liz: That's not nice, Heather.

After a moment, Dan says: Look over there. I see Santa!

Heather and Mike: Where? Where?

Dan: Look out Mike's window.

The baby wails. Liz looks into the back seat: Mike, leave Helen alone.

Mike: But I can't see!

Liz: Well, if you can't look out the window without leaning on Helen,

then we'll have to go home.

Mike starts his famous "fake cry."

Dan: Be quiet, Mike.

There is a short silence.

Heather: Mommy, look at the pretty lights on my side.

Liz: Yes, they are pretty, aren't they?

Mike: Where?

Liz: We're past them now. Look at those up there.

Mike: Where? Where?

Liz: Up there...Mike, out my window. Look where I'm pointing! Right there!

She stabs the windshield with her index finger. Mike continues to stare out the opposite side of the car.

Liz: Never mind. You missed them.

More sniffles. Then they stop suddenly.

Mike: Daddy, look at the lights on my side!

Dan: Very nice, Mike.

Heather: Look at my lights!

Mike: Look at mine!

Heather: No, look at mine!

Dan and Liz: Shut up!!!

There is a moment of astonished silence.

Dan: All right. Nobody talks. Just look out the windows, and be quiet.

Heather and Mike, meekly: Okay, Daddy.

After a moment, Helen starts to cry.

Liz: I guess we'd better head home.

Dan: It won't hurt her to cry.

Liz: Well gosh, Dan, *she* can't see any of the lights. It's hardly fair.

Dan: All right! All right! We'll go home!

He screeches into a U-turn in the middle of the street, mumbling: I don't know why we do this every year.

Liz turns away, folds her arms deliberately and mutters: Neither do I.

The Delisis ride home in silence.

This is the way it runs every year. You'd think by now we'd learn...What's that? Oh, sorry, I have to run. It's time to go out and look at the Christmas lights.

© Elizabeth Delisi ~

If you've made it this far, here's a traditional  Christmas cookie recipe for you to enjoy. Happy Holidays!


Hungarian Kifli

Place 3 cups all-purpose flour in large bowl. Work into flour 1 cup butter, chilled and cut in pieces, using pastry cutter or fork. Add gradually 3 egg yolks, slightly beaten; 1 1/2 tbsp. cream; and 2 tsp. grated lemon peel.

Mixture will be crumbly. Gather dough into a ball. Turn out onto lightly floured surface. Working with hands, squeeze dough until well blended.

With palms of hands, shape dough into smooth roll. Slice into 48 pieces. (If dough is too soft and sticky to handle, chill for a short time.) Shape pieces into balls.

Lightly sprinkle a small area of working surface with confectioners' sugar. Roll one ball at a time into a circle about 1/16 inch thick. Spread dough with 2 teaspoons of Solo fruit filling in your choice of flavor. (Or use several different flavors and make assorted cookies.) Gently lifting nearest edge, roll; shape into crescent by curving ends of roll slightly.

Place crescent onto cookie sheet lightly sprayed with nonstick cooking spray, with overlapping edge underneath. Brush crescents with slightly beaten egg. Bake at 375 degrees 15 to 20 minutes; remove to cooling racks. Just before serving, sprinkle with confectioners' sugar.

Courtesy of Elizabeth Delisi, author of "Lady of the Two Lands." Read all about it here: