I had a rough couple of days.

It was alarming because it was so “not like me.”

The first day was the roughest, and the next day, I woke up determined that the feeling of the day before would not hold me back. That’s just about when the friend called to tell me that a part of my Christmas decorations had been pulled from the ground, stake and all, and stolen during the night.

I was bereft. Not so much because of the decoration, which I liked, but because someone would come onto my front lawn and just take it.

I’m not going to replace it because I don’t want it to happen again, so the thieves won. This time. And I am still angry that they won. I refuse to acknowledge that there are bad people in this world, in this state, in the little town I’ve lived in for more than nine years.

When the friend promised a trip to a home improvement store for a motion sensor light that I have long wanted, I asked if they come with a siren.

At this point, I’m beyond caring that my bedroom is immediately above where the motion sensor light will be. If I’m really sleeping, I’ll stay asleep. If I’m not, well, that would be the norm.

Obviously, you don’t need light to be in the Christmas mood. I know that.

But I also know that Christmas lights are like magic to me, and always have been. I see now that they are selling “Griswold light kits,” with gazillions of lights together in one large tote. That would be my ideal.

In the meantime, the friend begrudgingly does just enough to keep me from completely nagging him. I like all white lights, but it’s so hard to get “white” and not blue or yellow. I just don’t get why white can’t be white, and why the lights never seem to match.

This year, I rearranged a few things inside so that most are at Evelyn level. You’re only 2 and 1/2 one time at Christmas, and this is her year to shine. Anything that she chooses to touch is fine. Nothing in my house is more precious than she is.

There are free Christmas light displays all over Casper already, including the new Community Christmas Tree at David Street Station. It joins Conwell Park as a public place to enjoy.

Of course, this weekend is the first Sunday of Advent. And although not exactly a Griswold-type Christmas display, one can find peace at night at the Sacred Heart of Jesus statue, which lights at night on the grounds of Our Lady of Fatima Church on CY Avenue.

The bright red heart glows from above, signaling like a lighthouse on the shore of a stormy sea that all is well.

As December begins, and with it the craziness of commercialism, I’m going to try to be the light. Because I know that darkness is no fun.

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