Wait until next year

On my walk home I saw that someone had strung baubles on one of the street’s trees. 

This seemed a far more understated decorative exercise than covering your home in lights. It felt far more civic too. 

There is sometimes something performative about the Christmas display outside a home. These things often get competitive too, a street full of light but lacking in real festivity. Who really wants to live opposite a nodding reindeer?

Yet decorating something shared by the whole street feels more in keeping with the occasion. It feels a tiny bit anarchic too. I look forward to tinsel on the street lamps, holly around the street signs.