Raise your hand if you look forward to putting away Christmas decorations. Raise your hand if your decorations fight you while going down. I didn’t think so. You know that disgusting commercial where food fights the person with the sensitive stomach, slapping his/her face with vengeance? That commercial plays in my mind as I try to put away my outside wreath and small tree today. Except instead of becoming horrified, as the actors do, my acid-free belly shakes like a bowl full of jelly. I feel so stupid laughing maniacally alone in the garage slipping a wreath into plastic bags as it lights up with stored solar power.
I pull myself together, stash the still lighted wreath on its shelf and return the small tree to its box. It, too, suddenly comes alive with piercingly bright LED lights. Last year I called these zombie lights, but they are way too much fun for that moniker. For turning my dark, cluttered space into a twinkling, garish, fun garage for a day each year, let’s call them Vegas. They don’t mean any harm – I don’t think. . .