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 wreaths, yes, wreaths, 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 garlands.

Yes, garlands 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 off the works of darkness and put on the armor of light.

Your Friend,

LSP

All Lit Up And Ready To Go

Dallas HQ looks good, all lit up and ready to go. Saying that, the tree was bought at the last minute and needed some attention. Still, it glitters like Christmas should and its ornaments shine back at you like old friends. Beautiful.

Buying last minute presents in the metrosprawl in near freezing rain was less beautiful but Half Price Books came in handy. You're not allowed to carry a gun in Half Price, leaving you rather less than half safe; fortunately no one was shot by an outraged anti-Christmas Muslim while I was there. 

The Game Stop allowed concealed carry, I think, which is perhaps unwise. Think of all the gun toting parents getting ready to unload on hideously overpriced gaming consoles, the games themselves, controllers, add-ons and the whole nine yards of the very expensive, destructive to young minds gaming industry. Anyway.

Back at the urban compound all was well and the light shineth in darkness. What do I want for Christmas? A good double, a ranch and the unity of Christendom.

Light it up,

LSP

Light It Up

This small farming community's all lit up, literally and figuratively; I know this because I've seen it. And you know what? I like it.

So don't be a sad puritan killjoy, light up the town instead and get ready to celebrate the Nativity. Just don't jump the gun and detract from the enjoyment of the Feast. This should be maximal.

With that in mind I drive around the town at night enjoying the lights. It's uplifting and given that Baptists weren't to keen on Christmas, 25 December not being in the Bible and Roman Catholics do it, encouraging. We've moved on and up in this shiny buckle of the Bible Belt.

So light it up.

God bless,

LSP