Monday, December 23, 2013

Christmas Lights

With my propensity toward destruction and fire, I don’t put up the Christmas tree.  Scott is so happy that we have a skinny 7ft. tree that has only 3 sections to put together, and the lights are attached.    
Our home is quite small.  We had to search extensively, to find the perfect tree to fit in the only 3 ft. area we had.  That was 7 years ago.  Every year, it looks beautiful and bright, until this year.

Everybody Sing…
“Oh, Christmas Lights, Oh Christmas Lights, You know I didn’t touch you…”
“Oh, Christmas Lights, Oh Christmas Lights, You know I didn’t touch you…”
“Your leaves are green, your lights are white, the ornaments are shining bright…”
“Oh, Christmas lights, Oh Christmas lights, 3 strings are out, it’s not my fault.”

As usual, Scott put up the tree, I added ribbon and the garland and he hung all the ornaments.

For the past 6 years, it has had a Disney theme.  While chaperoning some students to Disney World, we went a little overboard on the Disney Christmas ornaments.  We have Mickey hats, bulbs in the shape of Mickey, and even a gold Mickey star.  

While we were there, Scott suffered from a bout of Giardia and stayed in the hotel most of the time.   When we got home and Scott felt well enough to put up the tree, it was December 24th and the Mickey ornaments were the only things that got on the tree.  After we took down the tree, Mickey and his friends were packed together, easily reached.   The rest is history.

This year, the tree doesn’t look as festive, and I wanted to switch things up a bit.  I guess I got my wish.  While working on the computer at night and Scott hung an ornament that had fallen, the top row of lights went out, and so did the star.

A couple of days later, while Scott put presents under the tree, the 3rd row of lights went poof.  I was still at my computer. 

Two days ago, while I was at the computer (I think you see a pattern here), Scott walked by the tree and the 5th row of lights went out.  He just looked at me.  I should have sung my song.

Ever try finding out which light out of a hundred, is burned out?  With the futility of this task, Scott said he will figure it out when we put the tree away, and I’m going to hold him to that. 

Considering that there are two additional rows of lights left, I am predicting that one of these will go poof, too, if Scott gets close.

I suppose the tree is rebelling against Mickey and Scott.  That’s okay, because this time, I didn’t touch the lights.  

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Merry Christmas!

1 comment:

  1. Great story.
    Even though I always carefully put my lights back in their original container, making sure each is in its own little slot - you got it. Back to the Christmas Light Store I go.