Christmas Lights in Postcards 4

Chest high boxes.

It’s that time of year again. The only topic at the pool this morning was the tree. Are you having a tree? Is your tree up yet? How big is it this year? What a varied lot of answers I heard.

Detail of a tree at the Christmas Lights store.

Like me, this year most of us are putting up a small tree or none at all. I heard no one say they were getting a real tree. Three admitted to none at all, and one said she had a two-foot tall fake tree. We have Duck’s two-foot tall, fake tree, so I understood. I’ll put it up in the bedroom.

Mantle décor.

So down from the attic came the Red boxes, and down the stairs they went with the assistance of a neighbor who wanted to help.

Abandoning all those dusty boxes and ornaments to their fate, we went off to the BIG Christmas Store. A yearly trip there is always exciting. A trip with someone who had never gone before is more than exciting. Our neighbor was open mouthed. Look at the size of the lady in front of one of Christmas Lights trees.

• Himself: Was in fine shape. Had fun with the outside lights, helped with the tree, and dressed up for the meeting.
• Herself: Day before’s Hot sauce plus all the dust didn’t agree with me yesterday. Found the perfect solution for a Christmas Present for my G. I got him a laser light that he set up across the sidewalk on an upper deck. It beams blue sparkles all over the front of our house. Matches all his blue lights too. He was like a little kid setting it up. In the future, I can get him any new electronic toy, and he will be happy.
• Reading: Another Dick Francis mystery.
• Gratitudes: For everything but my tummy.