Let the Christmas Light debacle begin

Christmas sparkle

Since yesterday was 1st December and there are now only 22 sleeps to go (and counting), putting up our outdoor Christmas lights this weekend was, in my opinion, absolutely compulsory!

As I mentioned last year, the hanging of Christmas decorations and lights and the aligning of trees has a tendency to become something of, to put it kindly, a “tussle” or, more bluntly and certainly more aptly, an all out domestic war zone.  Hanging our outdoor lights, doesn’t so much mark the start of the festive season but more signals the start of “open season”.

This year to add fuel to an already simmering raging fire, I had kindly bought and sneaked into the house an extra 300 lights.  And am slightly ashamed to admit that I did dash out at the weekend for a further 100 when no one was looking my way!

Tangled Lights

Over breakfast on Saturday morning I sketched out my desired configuration, then leaving the lights laid out in the front porch retreated fast…..and left my husband (or perhaps more aptly given his “happy smiling face” my Christmas Grinch) to get on with the job…..

Lights going up

From past experience I have learnt better than to try to assist with the hanging of the lights, and certainly know there is no value to be gained from passing comment on how they have been hung.

And, at the end of the day when switched on they lend the house a lovely Christmassy sparkle and if I squint and tilt my head just a little you can almost imagine that the bulbs are neatly lined up and pointing in the same direction!

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Christmas Lights

Our outdoor Christmas light display is currently the subject of much debate in our house.

Last weekend, keen to get the lights up before the temperature dropped too low, my husband made a stab at installing the lights (for the record we do not switch them on until 1st December).  Eager to avoid my “helpful” input, he did this whilst I was out!  Perhaps I should applaud his proactive efforts to get the house ready for Christmas, but instead, I am ashamed to admit I have been particularly critical.

I felt that our outdoor light display last year was rather amateur (the lights on the garage were hickledy pickledy and the lights wrapped around the tree on the front lawn were so tightly wound they gave the impression of a tourniquet).  This year I was determined that we would do very much better and in preparation have bought several more strings of lights.  I was therefore a little dismayed to return home to find the lights installed in exactly the same configuration as last year.  The boxes of new lights unopened and overlooked.  Upon expressing this sentiment it was obvious that I was considered more than ungrateful and my comments were definitely not welcomed.

As we continue to “discuss” my husband’s initial complete refusal to adjust and embellish the Christmas lights has turned to one of weary acceptance (he knows full well I will not let the subject go) and he has agreed to get the ladder back out and add in the multiple extra strings of lights.  Equally, I have sensed that whilst he will hang more lights it would be prudent for me to avoid giving too much direction.  Or this is what I understood from his subtle remark that if I continued to dictate he would “wrap said lights around my neck and pull tight”.

So we compromise, I get my extra lights but they will twinkle in the lopsided haphazard fashion favoured by my husband!

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