Holiday season

Shine the light on the holiday season |

I love to see the festive lights on houses, trees and in yards during the Christmas season.

As Sweetheart and I drive through the countryside at night, my head is spinning. I cannot understand everything.

Several years ago, Sweetheart and I went to Oglebay to see the lights.

There were many of them. Besides the usual Santas, elves and nativity scenes, there were animals and other characters that I thought had little to do with Christmas. Maybe they were just using them to lengthen the trail.

The nicest moment came for me when we sat by the lodge window having dinner at the buffet. We could see the cars, with their headlights on, slipping through the screens.

We had a little trouble getting home. We went off the beaten path and didn’t know which routes to take to get us home, and didn’t know how to use the GPS at the time.

Honey said, “As long as we keep heading north and east, we’ll get there.” and we did.

Fortunately the car had a compass as it was dark and we were on deserted back roads.

We made it home safely, however, and that same evening. The fact that I’m writing this story right now is proof of that.

Some of the light shows I see in my own neighborhood have made it unnecessary for me to return to Oglebay. Those in local parks are excellent.

I have noticed, however, that more and more houses are exhibiting nativity scenes. They are made of wood, metal or plastic. Some are enlightened and some are not. Some are made up entirely of lights.

I don’t remember seeing as many expressions of recognition of the origin of the party as I have had this year.

Now that such expressions are banned in much of the public arena, it seems private citizens have taken over.

Is this the Second Coming? Does it take place in the hearts of the owners? Is this another Great Awakening? Are those who look at the cribs awakening in the true sense of the season of lights?

Last Sunday we had a candle light service. The church was dark, except for the candelabra at the front of the church and at the end of each aisle.

We lit our candles, one at a time, from the two main ones in the front as they went down the aisle.

After they had all been lit, I turned to see each person’s face, lit by the candle he or she was holding, dispelling the darkness. It was enough to bring joy and hope to my heart.

I remembered the song from the 1950s: “If everyone lit only one little candle, what a bright world that would be”.

If love and peace could travel from person to person, like candle light, I think the world would be a different – and wonderful place.

DOROTHY KNIGHT BURCHETT is the author of “Miles and Miracles” and “Getting It All Together”. Contact her at

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