Even though we do not actually celebrate Christmas, you may remember from last year ChickieNob and the Wolvog's* fascination with sparkle lights. They made me drive around town like junkies, grunting with each sighting, "sparkle lights!" Followed immediately with "more sparkle lights."
They have been heavily anticipating the advent of sparkle lights this year, reciting little monologues as we get in the car, "right now it is fall. The leaves fall down. And then it is winter. And out come the sparkle lights! Hello, sparkle lights!"
There is an office complex at a cross section of two major streets and they have wound around each tree in their parking lot a complex series of white lights. It is magical when you are driving down the hill towards this thin forest of light-encrusted trees. The first night the twins saw it last year, ChickieNob sucked in her breath and said, "we found it. This is the land where the bong trees grow."
Sure enough, it looked exactly like the bong trees in the version we own of the Owl and the Pussycat.
And tonight, I am happy to report, the bong trees were lit. And the three Jews, preparing for Yom Kippur, smiled with excitement and said, "the sparkle lights have returned."
It's a good night.
*Michele and Jenna Sais Quoi are correct. ChickieNob and the Wolvog are from Margaret Atwood's Oryx and Crake. The reason why these names fit perfectly is forthcoming.