Christmas in The Sisters

Wanting the twins to be a part of the moment, she motioned them closer. “Blake, Beth, let’s do this together.”

“Okay, everybody, start the countdown!” someone suggested.

The crowd called out as a single voice. “Ten. Nine. Eight.”

Madison gave the twins a quick hug as the numbers fell. She held the master remote, and their hands supported hers.

“Four. Three. Two.”

“This is a new beginning for us, guys,” Maddy whispered. “Our future is as bright as these lights.” With hope shining in her hazel eyes, she pressed the button.

The lights were dazzling, but not over-powering. Some twinkled, some burned steady. Thousands of soft white bulbs traced the graceful bones of the old mansion. Electronic icicles fell from the eaves and gables of every porch, every soffit, appearing to drip in the night. More lights traced the silhouette of each turret. Taking cues from the paint pallet, the majority of the lights were white, but accents of red echoed the house’s cranberry trim. The contrasting colors wrapped around the many porch posts and spindles. The lights lit the dark sky around it, making the house appear to glow like a beacon in the night.

Madison’s heart swelled. This was her beacon.