Though wrapping paper fills our trash cans and our Christmas tree lies bare in the back of Daniel's truck, we decided it was better late than never to see the Lights of the Ozarks. So we loaded up the Oldsmobile with our sons and their grandma and headed north to Fayetteville. Every year from Thanksgiving to New Years Eve, Fayetteville covers every branch and shrub in its town square with lights. It really is a sight to see. Daniel and I hadn't been there since the first year we were married. This time we brought our kids. Time sure flies. Bright enjoyed running around in the cold, and Daniel and I enjoyed the homemade ranch potato chips at Loafin' Joe's. It was a good way to "wrap up" the Christmas season.
