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All on Forest Avenue in Glen Ridge, which has made luminaria an annual Christmas Eve tradition.

13 replies on “A Thousand Points of Light”

  1. I drove home tonight along Forest at about 7PM. Nearly every single house from Osborne to Sunset was lined with light. It was so very beautiful. As Samy, my 6 year old said, Santa won’t have any trouble landing his sleigh here tonight.

  3. A thousand points of light, eh? That was the Bush Sr. social plan, I believe, to which Michael Dukakis replied, “I don’t even know what that means.” I could have kissed him at that moment.

  4. Something I wanted to share with you….
    Believe to be Young
    Dear Editor:
    “I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, ‘If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.’
    “Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?
    “Virginia O’Hanlon”
    Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
    Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! How dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
    Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
    You may tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
    No Santa Claus! Thank God! He lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

  11. This is the last year I’m doing this . . . it used to be very nice when it was “smaller” but not anymore . . . I actually had one of the douchebags who organizes this drive up to me (in a f***ing mini-van!!!) and tell me I was doing it wrong. (I’ve been doing it the same way for five years now.) Last thing I need on x-mas eve is some candle nazi getting between me and another glass of eggnog . . .

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