It’s Christmas Eve (finally, finally, finally).  Having exhausted all financial resources barring the sale of various vital organs or offspring, you drive the streets, dejected, unsure of what to do now.  You venture into Spanaway, and you see stars. White stars, red stars, blue stars, in fact all sorts of colored lights. It’s Peace on Earth. Your mouth forms a wondrous “Oh.” You reach out for your loved one’s hand. He/she slaps it and tells you to stop being so sarcastic.   It seems to be coming from Spanaway Park.  Yes, you’re sure of it.  Well, God bless us, everyone, it’s Fantasy Lights.  The whole park is one big ol’ jolly drive-through light display, animated mind you.  The windows fog up.  OK, I have to stop there. â€" Suzy Stump