Christmas card to the neighborhood

My husband works hard each year to turn the outside of our home into Christmas magic.  He calls it his Christmas card to the neighborhood.

He begins the weekend before Thanksgiving and recruits nieces, nephews, younger friends, and our grandson to help him.

But the planning and layout are all his ideas.

My tall son usually helps us to put the string of lights around the roof line.

Our nephews and grandson strung all of the red and white lights through the Virginia creeper hanging from the ash tree and the lime tree.

The really big job each year is the lime tree, the piece de resistance.

Glen sent me out to take a picture from across the street of his little corner of the world alive in lights for Christmas.

This is how things look during the day, pretty but not magical like after the sun goes down.