Last night after the kids had finally gone to bed (and after numerous escapes and calls from their rooms), I am finally able to relax after another long day. The fire is burning beautifully in the fireplace and I just sit down in my cozy chair when I hear a "POP" from the front hallway. I turn my head and see that every single light on the extra large Christmas tree has gone out all at once.
"NOOOOooooooo!!!!" I silently scream.
I slowly pull myself out of my chair and walk to the front hallway. I unplug the tree and plug it back in. It doesn't work. I do this about 20 more times. I am confused.
I walk downstairs to the basement, ignore Todd who is asking me what is going on, and head over to the breaker box. I check the fuses. Everything seems to be fine. I flip a few switches back and forth for good measure. I walk back upstairs to the still dark hallway. Todd follows me. No lights.
Todd proceeds back downstairs to the breaker box and continues to flip switches back and forth willy nilly. I return to my chair, still not speaking, and zone out for the rest of the night.
I go to bed early. No more thinking.
Today I woke up resigned to have a dark tree grace our hallway for the remainder of this Christmas season. Like I'm gonna take off all the ornaments on the tree so that I can take off all the old lights and restring new ones and THEN put the ornaments back on. Not gonna happen.
Todd tells me he will work on the lights this afternoon. I ignore him. I don't want to talk about it.
Because I am a tad obsessive I think about it all morning. After the kids are at school and Grace is happily munching her cereal I walk over to the tree. I plug it in and unplug it a dozen more times. Still nothing.
I decide to check the fuse in the plug itself. When I open the tiny little box I see that it is all askew, bent, and it looks crusty. I pluck the little fuses out, attempt to straighten out the little metal clips and wires that hold the fuses in place, and then replace the old fuses with new ones. It all sounds fairly easy but it took me an exorbitant amount of time because the stinking thing is so, so small. After what feels like a million hours, probably more like 45 minutes, I close up the miniscule fuse box and say a prayer.
I hold my breath and plug the tree in.
Glory Be! It worked! I did it! I fixed our tree! Hallelujah!
Joy, and Peace, and Christmas Cheer are restored!
I think I've had all the lights, Christmas tree, and decorations drama that I need for one season. I'm hoping we are done now. Though the pains of the season do seem to come around each and every year I still love this crazy time of year. It reminds me of one of my favorite holiday songs, and I share it with you now.
What pains are you suffering through this jolly Christmas season?
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