Time to hang the Christmas lights.
From the shed
lights on pine swag are excavated.
From the basement
cup rings are hunted.
From the kitchen
bulb to plug converter located.
Bore the the rings above the door
Arrange the swag in elegant balance
Screw the converter into the light socket
Ready for festive glow, plug cord into socket .
No Christmas lights tonight.
takes me back… with the old Christmas lights, if just one bulb failed, none of them would go
Yeah. I wondered if that was the problem with these, but when I unscrewed them a bit, they flashed. There’s something amiss, but I may have to pass the ‘fix it’ to the man. He doesn’t like to decorate, but he keenly likes to fix my problems! 😉
have a great time! lovely poem.
I really enjoyed reading your poem. Why I didn’t expect the ending, I don’t know. I was just going along enjoying the poem then, what happens to most of us, no Christmas lights. I enjoyed the chuckle. Not at your expense, but because I relate to the situation.
😉 Thanks, Matthias.
Metaphors are all around us, aren’t they?
That it is.
Hate when this happens, lovely uplifting write! Thank you Shawn.
Darn lights! Hopefully some Christmas lights soon 🙂
Yes. Fingers crossed.
me too 🙂
Aw man. You set me up, Shawn!
That’s what I do.
Set ’em up.
Knock ’em down.
This was a fun read that explores one of the frustrations of the holidays, well done again my friend.
Scrooge got to the fuse box, I see.
I guess it was the socket to plug converter. DH bought a new one, and it works perfectly now.
Oh yes! And the old fashioned Xmas lights where you had to check every one because one was dud. May I reblog?
Feel free. 😉
Many thanks. 🙂
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