More changes came in 2003. That summer we moved, for the first time in twenty years, from the country to the suburbs, from a smaller home with a big yard to a larger home with a smaller yard. New neighbors, new routines, and new traditions to add to the familiar. Our first Christmas to put up outside lights. (Can't be the only Scrooge house on the block). The village went up under the christmas tree for the last time. Abigail our bulldog was named the official mascot of the village idiots. Last but not least, my friend at work Susan became bitten and infected with the Christmas Village bug, starting her own village. Let the obsession begin!