It seems my husband has an aversion to Christmas. I think he likes the getting presents part, but doesn't appreciate the cookies, the tree, the decorations, and he definitely does not appreciate the LIGHTS.
In our neighborhood (yes the suburbs) lights are a VERY big deal. I was complaining and complaining to Ryan that we were going to be the ONLY ONES who didn't have lights on their house. So because he is husband of the year (or more probable because he wanted to shut me up) Ryan conceded and we now have a very classy and simple white light situation above our garage and porch. I love it. Maybe the Scrooge is turning over a new leaf?