LIGHTING UP
It's busy work, but it really helps with the festive mood. Every year, she promised herself she would put the Christmas lights up early enough that her fingers would not be reduced to immobile little stubs, and every year she wound up freezing to death as she wound the many strands of illuminating garland around the veranda.
It was the same, inevitable thing every year. Still, the end result was always worth it, if for no other reason than the ambiance provided by a brightly lit strand of garlands and lights buried under the first soft snows of winter.
She finished the job just as the sun started to set and the winds picked up. It was a little late in the season, but she had finished up the stringing of the lights just in time.
She popped into the kitchen, rubbing her hands together vigorously, and poured herself a steaming mug of hot chocolate. It felt wonderful clasped in the palms of her hands.
She grabbed a joint off the table and stepped out into the gathering darkness. She sparked her lighter just as the lights flicked to life.
She had done well and the soft glow filled the night. Lights were such a simple thing, but they truly did add to the festive season.
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