A Cunningham Christmas
“I spent three hours this afternoon setting everything up. It took me a while to run extension cords out to the maze—I definitely didn’t think that part all the way through, and I had to “borrow” cords from several of our other light displays—but I finally managed to get the power out to where I needed it. Spelling out “Marry me” was a bigger challenge. I can lay beautiful patterns with bathroom tiles or reconstruct a nineteenth-century window frame, but spelling out words with holiday lights is… well, it’s a bitch. Every five minutes I had to stop and untangle the damn things again. Or figure out which of the approximately five hundred bulbs was lose and making the others flicker.
I’ll be honest—there was definitely a lot of cursing involved.
But that’s not why I’m so unsettled right now. I’m anxious because by the time I got the lights set up just the way I wanted them, it had started to snow again. And by the time I walked back to the house, it was snowing even harder—huge, icy flak...es that stung when they hit my skin.MoreLess
I’ll be honest—there was definitely a lot of cursing involved.
But that’s not why I’m so unsettled right now. I’m anxious because by the time I got the lights set up just the way I wanted them, it had started to snow again. And by the time I walked back to the house, it was snowing even harder—huge, icy flak...es that stung when they hit my skin.MoreLess
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