Funny story. When I set up the tree, and connected all the plugs (it's a pre-lit), half of it wasn't lighting up. I panicked. "This can't be. I am NOT unraveling all these stupid lights off this stupid tree. But it's either that or go through every single bulb with a working one...which is worse? Why me?" and so on. So I told Dave to come look, and what did he think I should do.
He studied the tree for a minute, and then reached in and...well. I hadn't connected all the plugs.
Cue sighs and eyerolls. (From me.) Snickering. (From him.)
As if. How was I supposed to remember that there were four connections on a three-section tree. Three sections, three plugs, right? Because logic.
Well, ya got me again, logic.
|It wasn't this one's fault.|
I love leaving the tree plugged in, all by itself, for just a minute before going to bed. There's something so serene about all the little lights twinkling in the darkness - how small they are, yet they can light up the room if given the chance.
I love driving by houses at night and seeing their trees and candles set in the windows, casting their soft glow.
I love the lights of Christmas.