Light It Up

 

We decided to up our Christmas lights at the compound this year, which meant driving out into the cedar groves of Olde Texas to get greenery. This soon turned into wreathes, yes, wreathes, with Wreath Minor landing on the front door and Wreath Major taking care of overwatch above the porch. Then it escalated, and before you could say Operation Bagration or I'll see you at a knife fight with a 30-30 Marlin there were swags.

Yes, swags of cedar complete with bows, and lights. I tell you, it was like something out of a Charles Dickens novel, in Texas. Mrs. LSP takes the credit for this Yuletide splendor but I helped, climbing up on the roof, running wire and humming God rest ye merry gentlemen with a kind of Victorian fervor.

Now? Dallas and the Metrosprawl. Mission? Set up Christmas at Ma LSP's. No rest for the wicked, you see. But what can I say, cast of the works of darkness and put on the armor of light.

Your Friend,

LSP