The Last Bit of Christmas
January 16th, 2012
This pile of tangled yuck is the final vestige of Christmas at our house.
What is the tangled pile of yuck, you ask? Why, they’re the lights off my pre-lit Christmas tree. We bought our tree in an after-Christmas sale three years ago. Which means this was only its second Christmas of use. And yet, at least 1/3 of the light strings had gone out over the last two holiday seasons.
I was not amused.
To teach the tree a lesson, I decided to remove all the original lights so we can just string our own on next year. I liked the convenience of pre-lit but not if they don’t work!
What seemed like an easy-enough task turned into many hours of hand-scratching labor as I fought to unwind the zillions of lights from the prickly plastic branches, brandishing my wire cutters with gusto.
It was a pain in the butt, and it also pricked my conscience to realize that odds are good that somewhere in a sweat shop in a third-world country, twelve-year-old girls spend their days endlessly engaged in a similar pursuit as they wind the stupid lights onto the trees. Sigh.