Moonlit Serenade

It is that time of year again, and the Xmas tree traders are back on the corner. There is something about the strung, hung lights that I find endearingly nostalgic. Perhaps it is a reminder of Charlie Brown’s Christmas, when he goes searching for the little tree that could. Perhaps it is the pattern of bright white circles set against the black sky. Perhaps it is the carnival aspect of it coming to town once a year, flags in the wind, drawing in the crowds, and then, as sure as it was here, it is gone.