Friday, December 12, 2008
the pagan tree
OK, so we don't celebrate Christmas at our house in the traditional sense. We are neither of us Christians. Neither Quinn nor Kitten seems to have expressed a religious preference.
So why do we have a tree covered with lights in the living room? Because I like it. And I like the lights. And for some odd reason I like the beads, too. Maybe it's my internal drag queen.
This last one is a picture of my favorite ball - the hand-painted one from Plum Island. It's on a little spinny motor that plugs into the lights.
I started assembling the tree this afternoon. It has a lot of damned lights. Somewhere between 3,000 and 4,000 in all. White lights, pink pride lights, colored lights. None of them blink. I have every outlet in a power strip filled with at least three stacking plugs. Many of the strings of lights on the tree are plugged in end-to-end, so there are more lights than I can tell by looking at the power strip. It actually throws off some warmth. I am sitting next to it and I can feel the heat.
I am headed to bed now. I've been at this whole tree thing for somewhere like 10 hours. I'm pooped. Enjoy the lights.