posted on Nov, 25 2018 @ 09:55 AM
Every year right about this time we drag our tired turkey-laden butts out into the yard. We painstakingly plug in each strand of lights, discovering X
amount of the bulbs are blown. We search through our junk drawers, vainly looking for the replacement bulbs that we so very carefully put in a place
we'd be able to easily find them for the next year. Bulb by burnt-out bulb we replace and test, making sure each strand is at 100%, before finally
pasting every square inch of tree and shrub with so many lights that God himself must be envious.
What does it get us? A month of illuminated yard that someone MAY drive by and say "Oh, look." before forgetting it was ever there to begin with as a
new luminous feast feeds their eyes.
I'm tired of the pageantry and the show of it all.
This is the first Christmas I'll be spending away from my family in a long time and it's become very clear how little the lights mean to me. It used
to be a fun tradition. Now it's a reminder what's not here.
Whatever holiday you celebrate, in whatever way you celebrate it, spend it with someone you care about. Take the time to let them know you actually
think about them from time to time. And don't just do it this one lonely month of the year. Make it a daily affair.
ETA: The thread topic was just a reference to a Star Trek TNG episode, in case anyone didn't know. Happy Holidays.
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