Christmas evokes several warm memories for me—early morning presents, late night hot cocoa and of course, extravagant decorations. It always reminds me of the light show my parents used to drive my brother and me to see back in Chicago where I grew up. They’d tune the radio to a Christmas station that was synchronized with the light show as the two of us in the back seat stared up in awe at the glimmering displays. We’d try our best to find all the hidden snowmen and, at the end, Santa would give us each a candy cane. That display…
