Find a place to see Christmas lights, my mom says. You know the kind where the shops are decorated and the trees are strung with white lights, she says. It shouldn’t be loud, my dad says. Or crowded, or cold, and it needs to be wheelchair accessible, says my mom. Maybe the downtown walking mall, she says.
I agree that yes there is a tree, but I’m not sure about other decorations. Not the stores. And it’s all outside, I mention, and there will be a lot of people.
No, she says, the street is lined with those trees that are lit up with the teeny white lights.
You are thinking of another place, I say. I don’t know if I can find a place that meets all of these things, I say.
Well, think harder, she says. We want to go tomorrow.