Christmas lights....

.....Suuuuuuck! Oh. My. Word. When, how, better yet, WHO? I want to know what rotten SOB sneaks into my garage during the year and completely devastates my Christmas light? I mean, I take such care each year taking then down and carefully wrapping, even labeling them. To what? To find something that looks like a medusa from the fiery lake. Ugh! I swear, I'm going to find him, and when I do......

Currently these gems are on the curb, ready for pick up!

Honey, usually has the esteemed job of stringing the lights on our tree each year. However, because I'm the best wife ever, I decided that I would spare him this year. He will however, pay handsomely for my kindness.

Once I decipher which ones work and which ones don't, the agony begins. OMGosh, not only is it a hair pulling task, add to it the kids asking every three minutes, "are we really to hang the decorations?" Now, nearing the very end of my wit's, I told them, "if you ask me that one more time, I'm going to throw the tree out in the back yard and set it on fire." Well, because my kids have known me long enough, they laughed. AND, asked me again, three minutes later.

Lights are on. Kids, have it! I let them do the entire tree and they had a blast. Although the lights do look like they were strung by Chuck Brown and company and the tree was obviously designed by the creative minds of a 5 and 6 year old, I must say, not bad.

Honey arrives home just on completion, with hugs and kisses all around. He stands back and gazes upon our creation, to tell us what a fabulous job we have done. Ahh, he's such a good man. Well, that may be pushing it, but he is a smart man.

"Christmas is most truly Christmas when we celebrate it by giving the light of love to those who need it most."

-Ruth Carter Stapleton