Today we finally got the lights on the tree. We’ve had a time of trying to find time to actually go tree hunting, what with the Fella being gone, and Aub having finals and papers and all the things due this week, and all the things the littles do. And once we got the tree up, we had a time finding our lights we had stored away. But today. We got it done.
As I was wrapping the tree in light, listening to the best Christmas music, I found myself smiling. Growing up, once I was old enough, it was my job to put the lights on the tree. Every year. I suppose my parents weren’t as OCD about it as I am or maybe they didn’t enjoy being poked and scratched by those cedar trees. Whatever the reason, it was my job, and I became pretty good at it, if I do say so myself as shouldn’t.
After the Fella and I married, he was the one who put the tree in the stand and got the lights on it, and I supervised the hanging of the ornaments with the littles.
It wasn’t easy, y’all. I’d find myself going back and tucking a strand here or there, trying to rearrange it without anyone noticing, much like my Mama used to go behind us in loading the dishwasher. Just a little thing here or there. Nothing major.
Then came the year of the LED lights. I don’t know if y’all will recall this, but those things are the bane of my existence this time of year. The blue-white ones hurt my eyes and the yellow-white ones just don’t look quite right to me. Now if you like ’em, I’m happy for you, really I am, but for me, I just can’t. Give me the old-fashioned yellow-white twinkle lights and let me load a tree up. The year of the LED lights, I’d just about had enough. I can’t recall, ahem, all what happened, but I do remember that the next year the Fella went out and bought me those twinkle lights I love, and I was the one to put them on the tree. The LED lights we have are put on the bushes and trees outside, and all is well.
In just a couple of days, my Fella and I will celebrate thirteen years since we stood around the fountain at my alma mater and said our “I do’s.” While Christmas lights weren’t in the list, I’m pretty sure they could fall under our promise to love each other in good times and bad, in sickness (ahem) and health. In fact, I’m fairly certain, that in 37 years, when we are celebrating our Golden Anniversary, when folks ask us, “So what’s the secret? How’d you manage to make it this long?” my answer will be the same as it is now.
“Christmas lights. He buys the ones I like. I string ’em up.”
I mean, it’s brought us marital bliss this far.
May the lights in your life bring you all the joy today and everyday.
Love to all.