Yesterday evening at the center of my known universe the officials held a B lighting ceremony. How exciting, to be alit my own self.
It was quite the evening of festivity. Gene Autry was playing on the forbidden stereo, the buttons of which for once were acceptably off-limits. Dad, brother and mom were all in attendance, mom even brought the unborn brother-X in her marsupial pouch. Everything was ready to go.
The lights were presented in box form which brother and I hastily opened. From there was a bag, which brother tore right through. It worked out well because he wanted the lights and I wanted the crinkle-plastic. Oh man, how I love the plastic.
Next the lights were splayed out on the floor and brother insisted it was time. With the help of expert adult supervision they were plugged in and the lighting had been done.
As far as I'm concerned, that's when the real fun began. Do you have any idea how pretty Christmas lights are? This holiday just keeps getting better and better.
My only real confusion is when this maddened string of so-called holidays will end. It seems like a good 30% of my life has been dedicated to a parade of holidays. First with the spiders and ghosts, then the turkeys and leaf collages, now all this snow-type stuff. There's only been one day of snow so far, so I'm still not sure how this holiday is going to pencil out.
One thing I learned is that if you want prompt attention and you have no more desire to be among the lights, go ahead and put them in your mouth and you will immediately be removed from them. I can't speak as to why it might not be okay to put something electrical in your mouth, but people seem to get pretty uptight about it.
In case you're curious, the lights we had only came in original flavor, which is really, really bland (and somewhat hot).
Anyhow, there's a couple days left until Christmas, so forgive me if it seems I'm abridging this article. I have so much more research to do and me and time are both short. Don't worry, I'll keep you posted on developments as they, well, you know, as they develop.
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