I didn’t mean to.<\/p>\n
Last weekend, we decorated it all pretty. We had lights from a previous year, Red and White like a peppermint.<\/p>\n
Chris and I wrapped the lights around the tree, and then hung up decorations his Grandmother had given us. We put up red and green balls around it too.<\/p>\n
On the top, I hung my traditional icon of Saint Nicholas. He looks very nice up there. THe tree was beautiful.<\/p>\n
On Monday, Chris told me that he wanted to have his mother over for a special birthday dinner on friday. I thought that was a marvelous idea, and started to clean things up to be ready for the event.<\/p>\n
I got out the vaccum, and I plugged it in to the outlet on the top of the string of lights. It was most convenient for my cord. I vaccuumed everywhere, and the floor looked nice.<\/p>\n
But the lights stopped working. It turns out that the electricity drawn by the vaccuum fried the fragile christmas lights.<\/p>\n
We had to buy more.<\/p>\n
We looked everywhere, but the red and white christmas lights are not available. There are blue and white. There are green and red. But no red and white.<\/p>\n
We went with green and red.<\/p>\n
“Chris,” I said. “Most people only get to decorate their christmas tree once a year.”<\/p>\n
“Are you saying we are getting to decorate it twice?” He smiled at me. “Sit down, I’ll hang the ornaments.”<\/p>\n
I watched him put all the ornaments back on the tree. It looks nice, but I am sorry I broke the tree.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I didn’t mean to. Last weekend, we decorated it all pretty. We had lights from a previous year, Red and White like a peppermint. Chris and I wrapped the lights around the tree, and then hung up decorations his Grandmother … Continue reading