Friday evening we took our friends Don and Joanne, who were visiting from Boca, to the other side of the canal to see up close the house with a million lights. (Actually, I don't know how many lights it has, but it's one of those houses that at this time of year become destinations.)
As we drove slowly past elves and shepherds and wise men and snowmen, past the chairs set up for admiring viewers, Don said, "I like the iconography," before pointing out that there was a cross standing in front of the nativity scene.
I had missed it so I turned the car around to take a closer look and, sure enough, a cross strung with Easter blue lights stood directly in front of the manger. The symbol of Christ's torturous death fronting the bucolic representation of his birth. "You wouldn't," Don said, still bemused, "put a cross atop a Christmas tree."
