Sir Godfrey Gregg

As the days grow shorter and the nights stretch out before us, a beautiful transformation occurs. One by one, tiny lights begin to appear. They twinkle from eaves, dance in trees, and line our streets in cheerful procession. There’s something profoundly hopeful about this annual illumination. In the heart of winter’s gloom, we actively choose to create our own light.

Each bulb is a small defiance against the darkness, a promise that joy and beauty persist. Stringing lights is more than a decoration; it’s a tradition. It’s the untangling of memories with family, the shared laughter over a stubborn strand that refuses to light, and the final, breathtaking moment when you plug it all in and step back. The world, for a moment, is bathed in a soft, magical glow.

This year, as you drive or walk through your neighbourhood, take a moment to really see the lights. See them not just as decorations, but as silent greetings from your community. Each house is saying, “We are here. There is warmth here. There is a celebration here.” In their collective glow, we find a shared spirit that connects us all. May the lights of this season remind you that even the smallest spark can pierce the darkness, and that together, we can create something truly magnificent.