There was one Christmas when it all changed. The display was bigger than anything I had done before, arches, synchronized music, thousands of lights. Cars began to line up along the street. At first I thought they were just passing through, but they stayed. Windows rolled down, kids cheered, strangers clapped from sidewalks. Someone slipped a donation into a box I had left near the mailbox. By the end of the week, that box was full. That night I realized the display had become something larger than myself. It wasn’t just decoration. It was a stage for generosity. Neighbors brought canned goods. A local charity partnered with me. The community turned a simple hobby into a tradition with meaning. The Struggles People Don’t See It isn’t always easy. Some years I question whether I can keep it up. The cost of lights and equipment climbs. Storage space fills. Weather tears at the setup. I’ve spent nights on the roof in icy wind, my body stiff, my mind asking why I keep doing this. But...