At the end of the night on Christmas Eve, I found this wonderland filled with papel picado (punched paper), casas de jengibre (gingerbread houses), estrellas (stars), and even one piñata.
This reminded me of one of the neighborhoods in Sacramento (Fabulous 40s) and in the desert (Cathedral City) where scintillating decorations go on for blocks and blocks. Lines of cars creep through these neighborhoods, their passengers looking to absorb every brilliant detail.
Part of me felt nostalgia (homesickness) for not having the chance to see what these cities offered in the way of over-the-top decorations this year. The other part of me was completely satisfied by this warm and abundant display. Maybe there aren’t fluorescent blocks and entire streetscapes with inflated Santas on every street corner, but Christmas is in the air.
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