Somewhere out there on the flatland streets, the luminaria squads are at work. I heard them earlier when I was up on the roof--kids shouting as they went up and down the blocks of nearby streets, distributing paper bags, poured sand into them, and put a candle into each one to light after it gets dark (that would be about now).
I was up on the roof to install my homemade Xmas Star, which one former neighbor last year correctly said "looks suspiciously like a cross." (Why a cross is suspicious, I don't know.) Anyway, it's up there now, strapped onto the chimney with some hanger wire. After dark, the moon rose, creating the opportunity for a juxtaposition of heavenly and earthly lights. I don't casually pass up such opportunities.
Above, the moon takes top billing to the underexposed star lights. Below, they're a little more evenly matched. And yes, the frame for my star is an old bicycle wheel.