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We have had some unusual weather down here. For me it’s a little strange to deal with 26 degree weather one day, and 77 degree weather the next day, one week before Christmas. Back home, even on the hottest day of summer, I can not remember it ever getting above 80 Degrees. It simply does not feel like Christmas unless the temperatures dip below 0 at least a couple of times. The other thing I miss ever so much is the snow. I never thought I would hear myself say that, but I do. I even miss shoveling the driveway.
My Grandmother believed in a white Christmas so much she even had a white tree. All of her decorations were red. When we visited on Christmas we were always greeted by that wonderful white tree with all red ornaments and lights. The rest of the house was done up in red and white garland and tinsel. It’s funny, but the simple beauty of that tree is one of the things that sticks in my mind.
Our tree was always done in the multi colored lights with the big bulbs. There was always a lighted angel sitting on the top. I never realized how much effort went into those trees until I got my own home. The first year was not all that bad, because all the lights and ornaments were new. The following year though, let me tell you I think the Christmas light manufactures make their lights intentionally so that one bulb will not work more than one year. The hours I spent plugging the strands of lights in, and one by one checking each bulb until you found the one that was blown, and changing it. I wonder what ever happened to those old fashioned lights that worked even with a blown bulb. All you had to do was plug it in and change the one that did not work.
After about five years, I had enough lights to do the four trees in the front yard, fairly large trees, all the eaves of the house and garage, the windows, and put designs on the fence. One time, my house even made it into the local paper for its lights. I have to admit, when I sold the house and moved down here, I made a gift to the new owners of all my wonderful lights, thank goodness. I know, I know, not very Christmasy am I. I don’t know what was worse, getting all those lights working and up, or taking them back down. One year I cheated, and coiled them in a large 55 gallon trash can as I took them down. They filled the trash can almost to the top. Of course I regretted it the next year. In theory all I should have had to do was locate the end of the lights, and pull them out as I put them up. Oh no, some how during the year a gremlin had gotten into that can and managed to tie knots in all those strings and weave them together so they all would come out in a few big wads.
Now that we don’t have any kids at the house, there is no real reason to go all out decorating, so we don’t. Life is much simpler now, and I have never once regretted leaving my much loved NOT lights to the new owners of my house.