Multicolored lights are my favorite. The white lights are beautiful too, When I was a teenager my Dad decided to make all the lights outside red. I kept changing them. It nearly drove him crazy. I suspect mom didn't tell him because she didn't like them either. He knew it was one of his children since, I was baby princess I got away with more than my brothers. .
When mom came home from work he would say did you change the lights, and she truthfully said, "No". I would conveniently decamp, so I never had to answer the question. Next year we went back to multicolored lights.