January Column in The MT

With the smell of a bonfire wafting in the night air and Tischer pulling on her leash, I stood on the Loop Road through Government Camp staring up at a tall conifer draped in colored lights. It looked to me like someone, with a hot tottie in one hand, had loaded a cannon with strands of various colored lights and aimed it at the tree.

I have never seen a more random array of lights and yet the display seemingly fits this village perfectly.

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