How to hang Christmas lights

I may be an atheist but I still love Christmas.

I like this time of year. I enjoy Christmas cheer. I was standing out on the street in front of my house the other night waiting for my wife to pick me up and take me out to dinner. A few of the houses already had lights up. The night had the December chill going on. The evening was totally clear and eerily quiet. And I was thinking, “This sure feels like a holiday night.” Amazing because only a few weeks ago the same type of night had a distinctly Halloween feel.

The Christmas season is upon us! (No doubt this will be big news to retailers who have been eagerly “celebrating” since September.)

So this last weekend we decided to hang a few Christmas lights. My wife dug around in the garage and found five strands of colorful LED lights. Last year she wrapped them, put twisty ties on them, and organized them nicely. Dang, these things were almost like new!

As is my nature, I set about my task with Spock-like logic. One step at a time. First I took the lights and tested them on my workbench in the garage. Each and every one worked! That’s when I had my first positive thought, always a bad sign. “Hey, these LED lights are cool. They might even work. Wow!”

After that, two strands were given to the Mrs. to decorate the two columns near our front door. I took the rest and began to install them in the bushes at the front of our house as a nice cold rain began to come down.

I plugged each strand in as I did my work to make sure they were still operational. Everything was proceeding swimmingly.

Eventually I plugged in the final strand, arranged everything just so and stood back to survey my work. Pretty nice. Nothing too extravagant, mind you, but still festive in my own modest way.

I had just turned to walk back to the garage when it happened. I saw it just out of the wee corner of my eye.

Unblink!

All the lights I had just put up just died. Just like that my festive night became a “dark and stormy night.” WTF?

Thus began the systematic process of gathering up the strands of lights, one at a time, and taking them back to my workbench for more testing.

Strand #3 was carefully extricated from the bushes and tested. It worked fine. Same result with strand #2.

Finally, strand #1, the leader of the bunch, was strung out on my bench, stubbornly refusing to light up. I briefly considered waterboarding.

Unfortunately the instructions were long gone. I tested and wiggled every single bulb. They all looked solid as far as I could see. I surmised it might be a fuse, but couldn’t find any trace of where one might be located.  Finally, disgusted, I tossed the problem child to the side. Five strands of lights and one doesn’t work. That’s a 20 percent failure rate. Not too shabby!

I figured two strands would still be enough to cover the bushes, albeit not quite as nicely.

I trudged back out into the rain and flung ’em on the bushes with no attempt to make them look nice. I plugged them in. This time they worked.

“That’s done,” I grunted in curmudgeon language. “The hell with this, I’m going back inside.”

Days later they still work. I’m stunned and amazed.

Merry freakin’ Christmas.

12 responses

  1. The old ‘throw and twinkle’ method. Beloved of men the world over. Additional swearing optional.

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    1. It’s an old family tradition.

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    1. If only it was that simple. So naive. The real truth is much more ominous. Someone is out to get me.

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      1. Fine. It was me. I was trying to throw you off with the gremlins comment but it’s ME.

        I *love* fing with peoples’ lawns. They’re soooo proprietary!

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  2. Hey, at least you did something. Our house is the ONLY one in our cul-de-sac without lights. We suck.

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    1. Ha! We were in the same boat until four days ago. Then I got soft and gave in, dammit.

      I say enjoy it. Be the outcasts. Think different. Be different. Hmm, maybe put an Apple Macintosh in your front yard. With an inflatable Steve Jobs. Yeah, that would rock.

      Inspire us all!

      P.S. You have now been tainted. Welcome to the abyss…

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  3. Woot! I’ve been visited by the Spirit of Madtante. God bless us, every one!

    If you’re good maybe I’ll tell you the story about the time I stuck my finger in the socket of old-style Christmas lights. Good holiday cheer and good times…

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    1. I touched a light socket (no sticking a fork in one or anything) and got zapped but GOOD when I was little. I’m still overly-cautious when plugging things in. It had to have had a short but I’m still afraid of them!

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      1. Pain is a good teacher, eh? 🙂

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  4. Hey that’s exactly what my power bar looks like! ha ha

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    1. I thought it was rather festive! 🙂

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