How did this happen???

Since I live alone, it’s always a challenge for me to get too worked up about decorating for Christmas. Perhaps it’s the looming chore of having to undecorate in few short months that makes the whole project seem so onerous. It’s not a “Bah, humbug” thing I don't think but just something with which I have never resonated. The two cats with whom I share living space seem content without it as well. They have no experience with tinsel so I figure what they don’t know won’t hurt them and it’s not as if they get a chance to gossip with any other cats in the neighborhood about my shortcomings as a Yuletide cheerleader.

Last weekend, though, a curious urge came over me to put up some lights outside on my balcony. Off I went to Target to shop for said lights and now my balcony is decked out with sufficient multi-colored flashing foreign made electrical devices to bring me in on the Tacky scale at a T-5 at the least. I can’t quite divine where this urge came from though. It’s not as if I sit and look at them for long periods of time. The cats do but they are probably only curious as to whether the lights are the pre-cursor to some feline concept of the apocalypse.

It finally dawned on me last night that my little light show could be seen by all the folks driving past my building on their way home from work. Maybe it will help edge a bit of the frustration of a crappy day at work out of their minds before they get home. Maybe then they can more easily feel the love from their kids who run squealing to the door to greet with a hug of unconditional love….reason enough, I suppose, for the lights to be hung even if they are tacky.

Now, I just have to avoid the radio and those damn dogs barking “Jingle Bells”.

Now, where did I put that red candle....

That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it….