Over my last two years of celebrating the holidays in Holland, I observed just how "classy" they did up their holiday lighting. Homes and businesses were lit subtley, tastefully, and were all just plain beautiful and classy. More is not always better.
The class that welcomed us at Kat and Tom's the other evening bowled me over. My brother-in-law's lighting job is magnificent. Instead of millions of tiny lights, rubber blow up figures alive by night and dead on the grass during the day, and walkways and canopies; their home is the light.
Kat is the only one of the four of us who is living here in St. Louis. She holds down the fort. Her husband, Tom, is the glue that holds EVERYONE's sanity together, as we sort through all that is happening with our parents at the moment. I can't speak for the rest of them, but I feel home when I am at their house.
During this holiday season, I imagine that: you could see their home through the trees from afar; passengers passing in planes on their way to Lambert could pick it out from the sky above; Charlie Brown's gang would arrive to dance around their porch-side tree; Rudolph might not need his red nose; and I'd bet that even the Wise Men could find them. Thanks to Kat and Tom for making a home that is a beacon in the night...during the holidays and always!