"But I don’t wanna take them down now,“ I said, in my best 6-year-old whine, stretching out the word ‘now’ into 17 syllables.“Let’s wait until at least New Years!”
My husband’s favorite activity of the holiday season is the whole undecking of it. He cannot wait until the house gets “back to normal.” Sadly, he married a woman who habitually left her live Christmas trees up through Valentines. Now we try to compromise on taking down the decorations – some time between 3 seconds into the 26th of December and St. Patrick’s Day.
As I’ve gotten older, I’m quicker to put everything up and away for another year — except the lights. With each season I’m more reluctant to take those down. They make me happy. I love their glow. And my mate did an especially good job with them this year, stringing strands of randomly flashing, multi-colored, chaser lights across the short brick fence between our patio and the 1st fairway. They are a fresh delight each evening as night falls.
Henry Alford wrote: “Christmas lights reflect man’s struggle to create something as beautiful as dusk or dawn; they’re fireworks in suspended animation.”
I suppose in this world of senatorial stalemates, violence, and general unrest, I look forward to as many “fresh delights” as I can and hang on to the ones I’ve got for as long as possible.
Let’s leave them up a little longer.
Happy New Year!