When I asked them what they intended to do with it, the one with the neck tattoo said she hoped putting up the tree would fill me with the Christmas Spirit.
A Christmas tree in the middle of my living room is only going to remind me that I’m all alone and there will be no presents waiting on Christmas morning.
Of course, the interns persisted. The one with the Mohawk told me it upset him to see me as blue as his hair for the holidays.
I promised them that if they returned the tree to its basement lair, I would do something tonight that always puts me in a Christmassy mood.
They seemed skeptical, but they eventually relented because they wanted the easy A they get by interning for me.
But a promise is a promise, and I’m not going to tell a lie and end up on the Naughty List in case Santa Claus finally decides to visit The House on the Hill this year.
So as I’ve done every Christmas season since my childhood, I went out to look at the Christmas lights in my neighborhood.
I brought my camera with me and thought I’d share some of my favorites…
There’s something about Christmas lights that just fills me with the spirit of the season.
Are you a fan of Christmas lights? Do you put them up at your home? Which photo is your favorite?