Twas the night before the night before Christmas and all through the house and the yard here at Chez O’Shea was the glow of Christmas lights – lots and lots of them. Chuck dreamed the big dream this year and we have: two LED trains decorating the chimney and dormer window, three carolers, three reindeer (one with a bobbing head), a red LED Christmas tree, assorted candy canes, several snowflakes and a whole lot of strings of white and blue lights. Rounding things off, there are also a fair number of C9 lights (those, for the uninitiated, are the old-fashioned big colored lights). It’s all quite glorious. I did a little tour of the back (with narration) which you can view here. Hum “We Three Kings of Orient Are” while you watch it and see if you can feel the spirit of Christmas creep up on you and give you a big old juicy wet one right on the lips.

I should add that all of this light madness required a new sub-panel (let’s just say about $2000 in electrical work) to avoid the problems we had a few years ago where we kept blowing circuits. I know, I know, it’s a harmless pastime. I mean, he could be a compulsive gambler or a boozer or something. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

Okay, I have to admit seeing all of those decorations doing their blinking, glowing thing, and seeing how Chuck’s eyes light up when he sees them, even I feel the Christmas spirit warm my heart. Or maybe it’s just heartburn generated by the thought of next month’s electric bill.

Now this next bit is unrelated to Christmas lights, but it is too weird to ignore. Bunnies Hate Christmas. Need I say more?