I don't put up Christmas lights on the house anymore. Don't get me wrong, I love the way they look. I just don't want to put in the work, accept the risk of bodily harm while climbing a ladder, or spend the money on lights and electricity.
Every year, the neighbors' houses light up one by one while mine sits there in the dark with only a yellow-tinted CFL on the porch for illumination. Sometimes I have a momentary impulse to go into the garage and pull out my collection of lights, but it passes quickly when I remember how many of them were already dead the last time I took them down.
If I could afford to have someone else deal with them, I might change my Scrooge-like attitude. For now, I'll have to just let it go until the economy recovers or the lottery fairy stops by (which is incredibly unlikely considering that I never buy lottery tickets).
On the other hand, I'm considering putting up our tree this year. I haven't done it for several years and I am absolutely positive that Dr. Jones will lay waste to it with a quickness, but I'm in the mood to see twinkling lights somewhere. I think I'll forego breakable ornaments and hope for the best. If he hasn't knocked over the tree or destroyed any ornaments or garlands in the first week, I'll think about adding more decorations.
I am in a festive mood this year, but I'm also kind of lazy. It's a balance.
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