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The camera only went into Gerald's window the first week of December, so these are from the first month it ran. A webcam is not kind to Christmas lights. Every bulb turns into a fuzzy blob and the dark turns to static. Believe me, in person it doesn't look like a smear. Come see it.
Saturday, December 12, 1998, 8:41 p.m. The whole thing, all 38,000. From left to right: the three arches over the driveway, the snowflakes on the garage door, the two spruces in multicolor, the maple wrapped in white (every branch, it took one whole Saturday by itself), three reindeer, the candy canes up the walk, the star on the chimney, the big old-fashioned bulbs on the ridge, and white on every edge of the house. It was a warm December, no snow yet, so the yard is just brown grass. That night Gerald stood at his front window with a notepad and counted 212 cars between 7 and 9.
Saturday, January 2, 1999, 6:52 p.m. The big New Year's snowstorm. The lights stay on through January 6 at our house, so they were still burning when it hit. This is my favorite frame the camera has ever taken. You can barely see the house, but you can see the snow coming down in front of every light. The street wasn't plowed until the next day. Shaina and Kasey made snow angels on the front lawn in their snowsuits and wrecked my candy canes.
Taking it all down after that storm was a different story. The last strand came off the maple on January 23.
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Last updated Sunday, September 26, 1999