So, every day this past couple weeks, as I have been out and about, the typical question everyone asks is, "Are you ready for Christmas?" In years past, just like the overdue pregnant lady--that was me--hates being asked when she is due, that was kind of a question I dreaded. Was I ready for Christmas? No. When would I be ready? Probably about 2:00 in the morning on Christmas Eve, which I know is technically Christmas morning, but you know what I mean.
Well, this year is different. And I have more pictures to prove it, but for now, the real reason for this post. The last time Britt put up Christmas lights, we had three little kids, and we lived in the house where Brooke and Travis Pehrson live now. Britt spent a great deal of time checking all the lights, replacing bulbs where needed, and drilling screws into the roofline to hold up the lights (this was before we heard about the clippy things that hold holiday lights in place). Then, he strung a simple line of lights along the roofline, stretching over the gable above our porch. When he plugged them in, half the lights over the gable would not light and never did. After all his precise preparations, Britt was done with the Christmas Spirit in regards to those lights. And I couldn't blame him. Basically, we left those lights up for several months, but we didn't turn them on, because of that stupid half-lit gable.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago. Britt and I were in Wal-Mart, and he said he wanted to get lights for the house. Really? Okay, I said. Then, I saw how much we paid for those lights, and I said, "Um, maybe not." See, I could just see us bringing home all that stuff, and never getting around to putting the lights up. But, Britt planned to get them up Monday afternoon, and even when our first serious winter storm started dumping snow on him and the boys, he kept right at it until he had all those lights arranged perfectly. We owe a special thanks to Garrett's friend, Drew Giddings, who helped more than anyone with Britt's crazy project.
And guess what? The outside of our house looks festive for the first time in several years. It is really fun to be driving home at night, seeing our lovely home all lit up. I am sure we will probably have to invest in even more lights next year--or maybe not. Maybe it will be several years before we attempt this again. Hey, at least all the lights are all lit this time. It really looks awesome!
Apparently, I don't have a picture of the awesome finished product. I will get one on here later.
Oh, and now you know why I haven't been blogging. Santa is not staying up until 2:00 a.m. wrapping presents this Christmas Eve, not when she has a solo to sing in church on Christmas Day! And no, I do not sing solos. But yes, I agreed to do it for some crazy reason. Am I scared to death? Um. Yes.