The street I grew up on was never really one for Christmas lights. A few people put them up, and we used to too, until untangling the ball of lights was more trouble that it was worth. Our azaleas have been naked since. However, there is one reliable holiday light fixture on our block. Without fail, every December the Mochows turn on a light in their attic and illuminate a small, street-facing, alcove window that had been blacked out to read "Peace" with a star under it.