Twenty-five days, Siri tells me. And the neighbors have put up Christmas lights on their front porch.
It's not a splash display: It's a fringe of little white lights around the edge of the porch roof. But they're there and that's what counts.
They'll be on this house pretty soon too, I imagine. About the same, but colored. Until Easter. Or so.
The weather may change a bit from year to year, but that does not.
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