There is a neighborhood down town that lights up and decorates every house for Christmas. It's a tradition. The roads are blocked off to public traffic and only the residents can drive through, except on one night. Which, I hear, is a pure nightmare.
We went for the first time this year with our friends, who go every year. It was cold. We bundled up.
The secret life of Tamara...betcha didn't know I have my own church!
A big tree, whose lights change color to the rhythm of some holiday music.
Our favorite house...the Doctor Who house. We wanted to go inside the TARDIS, to see if it's really bigger on the inside.
The kiddos, in a lit up forest.
The penguin house. Owned by a bunch of environmentalist hippies. They couldn't just do a display, they had to lecture the passersby with nonsense about global warming. Bleh.
We took a small break for warmth. They had s'mores fixins too, but Nicco said, "I'm not really a fan of marshmallows." Moving on then...
To the Tucson Electric Power company's VIP.
It was fun, in spite of the cold, and I'm glad we went. I don't think we'll go again. To be honest, I think the Night of Lights in the nearby neighborhood is better.