A seasonal Discussion of epic proportions

I had an event happen last year that I feel must be shared because it opens up a cultural question that people seem to avoid, yet should be discussed. Last year, I had my oldest son outside with me as I put up the Christmas lights. Our family never put lights up on the house but since I have been married and we have owned a house, I have made this a tradition or at least a personal quest. Contrary to my persona, I never go over the top in my display. I have no wicker or plastic personages illuminated in my yard. Just lights on the gutters, awnings and shrubbery that encompasses the stately Rob B. Manor. Being an art major and a bit of a conventional person when it comes to the cleanliness and simplicity of design I prefer to use white lights - a close second would be all blue. However, since my wife is likewise conservative in design, we have had white lights our first few years. So last year my oldest son played in the yard behind me as I carefully strung up the lights. Testing, clamping and rigging I go. As I finish, the sun is beginning to set and in the early December evening I turn on the lights and carry my oldest child, age 4 at the time, to the outermost reaches of our yard to survey the full glory that is a Rob B. "White Christmas" decorated house. Face it, in Texas we aren't going to get Christmas snow, so this is as close as it gets. As we look at the display with all the reverence that a 4 year old can muster at his dad's maniacal electrical chicanery, the little guy next to me asks the most penetrating question: "Where are all the colored lights, Dad?" What? Is he mad. Our house looks like a Norman Rockwell Saturday Evening Post Cover Illustration and he wants colored lights to screw this planned perfection up? Then I remind myself, "He's young and not yet wise in the ways of the force. You have to teach him. That's right. Teach him. This is a teachable moment." So I sit him down and look into his big 4 year old, blue eyes and explain how Martian Luther came to put lights in the Christmas tree, how white symbolizes the purity of Christ's love and how all white lights just look better. Knowingly, he nods to me. Eureka! He's got it. He understands. Yes! I am the best dad in the world. He smiles and he starts walking down the hill to the house and said these words under his breath with a quiet desperation and disappointment that can only be mustered by the pure heart of a 4 year old during the Holidays: "You're mailing it in, Dad. You're mailing it in." We had multicolored lights up the next day. So with that, I ask: White or multicolored lights? And why? Discuss and debate. Go.