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What a few seconds of light is worth.

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An early customer · Knoxville and East Tennessee

The year he did not renew

He was a customer like any other. We hung his lights, sent an invoice, took them down in January, and put him on the list for next year.

The next season, he did not renew. That happens constantly and it usually means nothing — people move, budgets tighten, someone decides they would rather do it themselves. We called the way we call everyone.

That is how we found out he had cancer. Every dollar he had was going toward treatment, and Christmas lights were a long way down a list that had been completely rewritten for him.

He did not ask us for anything. He was not looking for a favor and he did not bring it up as a problem for us to solve — it came out the way that kind of thing comes out, in the middle of a sentence about something else.

We did not make an offer, or start a conversation about it, or ask him to fill anything out. We put him on the schedule, showed up on his day, and hung his lights.

And they were his lights. Same crew, same commercial-grade product, same clips, same timers, same clean gutter line, same take-down in January. Not a stripped-down version with whatever was left on the trailer. He got exactly what every paying customer that week got, because a free install that looks free is worse than no install at all — it tells the person on the receiving end precisely where they now sit.

That is the whole idea, and everything else here is just an attempt to do it on purpose and at a larger scale. Somebody is having the worst year of their life, and for a few weeks their house looks like Christmas anyway.

Where this started · Knoxville and East Tennessee

Why a string of lights is not a small thing

Christmas lights are not a solution to anything. They do not pay a medical bill, they do not shorten a hospital stay, and they do not give a child back the year they lost. Anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something.

What they do is smaller and stranger than that. A person comes around a corner at dusk, tired, carrying whatever they are carrying, and for a second or two the thing in front of them is just beautiful. Their face changes. That is the entire mechanism. It lasts a few seconds and then the situation comes back.

We think those few seconds are worth a ladder and an afternoon.

Lights For Love started because we already owned the ladders. A lighting company has trucks, product, clips, timers and crews who can do a roofline before lunch. Turning that toward a group home or a family having the worst year of their life costs us a day and costs them nothing. Once you have noticed that, it is difficult to justify not doing it.

There is a house near you having a bad year.

You can put it on the list without ever telling them it was you.