Lights at Christmas

They tell me that when I was very little I would sit for long periods of time just watching the bubble lights do there thing. Hey, I was a little girl – little girls concentrate better than little boys. I watched them a little this year, but because the tree was located where it could be seen from many places in the house, it worked out that none of those places was a sitting area where the seats faced the tree. So most of my watching was a pause in my walk-bys. I need a little tree with about seven bubble lights on it just for me – maybe next year.

It’s still this year, though, and soon I will be taking the bubble lights off the lower and stronger branches of our Frazier fir and packing them away. The colored lights all come down, but the white ones I usually leave where I have placed them haphazardly on fake ficus trees and tumbling down from the crook of a goose-necked floor lamp.

I call these remaining white lights “Winter Lights” or “Northern Lights” and they usually last until the days start to lengthen and the sun itself shifts and begins to brighten the house with new angles.

And speaking of changing seasons, here comes Summer.