I finally did it! My Christmas tree is up, and decorated.
Oh, you may think that isn’t a big deal, but I am here to tell you otherwise.
As I drove the kids to school on Monday, I promised them they could put the ornaments on the tree – The same tree that was still in the box in the middle of the living room.
Owen, chimed in with, “Oh, good. I’ll be lots of help when I get home from school.”
“I bet you will.”
Now with the kids all at school, I headed home to attack the task of assembling the tree. I was also trying to get as much done before I had to pick, Owen, up at 11:00.
Our tree has the color coded branches. I had neatly packed it away last year, so sorting the branches was a piece of cake. And actually, attaching them to the center pole went pretty well also. Next, it was time to fluff all of the branches. That project isn’t hard, but it seems to take a good portion of time. The last thing I needed to accomplish before all my helpers arrived home from school was the lights. I almost cringe as I type this, because unlike the previous task, this was hard.
Last year, my Christmas lights and I had a battle. I told them to work, and they refused. Fine. “I’ll go buy new ones,” I thought to myself. There was one small problem – there were no white lights to be found. I went to multiple stores, and still came home empty-handed. In the end, I made do with what I had.
Luckily for me, I had remembered all of this, and I had purchased white lights prior to Thanksgiving this year.
As I pulled out the lights I had used the previous year, I recalled why I had wanted to replace them. Multiple lights were burnt out, and I didn’t have nearly enough replacement bulbs or patience. No problem this year. I have brand new ones! I am so smart!
I proceeded to pull the lights out the box and remove the twist ties. I was so pleased with myself. I could throw the old ones away, and not have to battle with getting them to work.
And then it happened. I plugged them in…and half of the strand was dead! These were brand new Christmas lights!
All right. Just calm down. Surely if I just replace the first dead bulb, then they will work.
Nothing. Not-A. Not a darn tootin thing.
On closer inspection, I realized there was an exposed wire that wasn’t attached to anything in the middle of the strand. There was no repairing that. And now, I didn’t have time to replace them, before I had to pick up my “big helper” from school.
Suddenly, the pile of old lights was looking better all the time.
I still didn’t have enough replacement bulbs for all of the bulbs that were burnt out. I just wanted to be done with this project!
My solution? I would put the old lights on the tree, and try to hide the bulbs that were burnt out.
So, this is over two hours worth of work…
and had I not promised the kids they could decorate the tree later…it would have stayed that way!
At this point, I was saying lots of things, but “Merry Christmas” was not one of them. Neither was “Joy to the World”. And there certainly wasn’t any “Peace on Earth” as I was placing the lights on tree.
I finally managed to get all the lights on the tree…and the burnt out bulbs.
It took several hours, but who is counting right?
The good news was, I completed my task just prior to the kids arrival home from school.
They were delighted to see the tree as they walked into the living room. And, even more pleased to hang the ornaments on the tree.
I must say, the end result doesn’t look to bad.
Take that Christmas lights!
I fought the battle, and I won!
Only At My House,