Check it out. It's hard to find the old vintage Christmas lights -- those glorious fat bulbs of yore that once delineated childhood dreams. Unwieldy, hot, dangerous, whether nailed to the outside of the house or wrapped around those dry explosive pine boughs of the Christmas tree. For me, the new tiny pencil-tip white lights are a pale, unsatisfying imitation. Now they're digital, lazer, computerized, and come with optional gurgling liquid like minuscule lava lamps. They're a vast improvement technically, but they don't send me to Christmas Land like the old jumbo bulbs. The puny pin-lights twinkle proficiently, in a safe, businesslike manner, but back in the day it wasn't really Christmas unless you lit up a few fatties.