Boxed in. Strung out.
No nice way to say it.
The holiday season always brings it on.
Facing a darkness.
It’s all the pressure.
While the season electrifies some, it presents challenges to other.
Some are brighter than others.
There shouldn’t be any ruthless competition – but there always it.
It’s a human thing?
With all the concerns about bullying, how odd those who decide to sit it out are scorned.
Those who are hesitant to get high or wired.
Sigh. But there it is.
A short trip was scheduled to see just how bad it was – and what actions would be necessary.
Like shadows, we slipped down streets -
Taking silent dog with sharp teeth along.
(She’ll jump and maul anything – even without command)
Sort of a cover story – people have to walk dogs, right?
Cover for the small camera set for night shots as well as the iPhone – just in case.
It’s the new stuff that’s available now: stronger – more intense.
Evidence was there right there.
Enough ultra blue eye-searing lights to summon Elvis. The dancing reindeer so jazzy, he couldn’t be blue.
Close by, swarms of nervous bee-size candy-colored twinklers whose owners haven’t quite figured out the on-off pacing.
Or are those are actually genetically altered radioactive hornets relocating for the winter?
Just too jittery to live by.
One mystery was solved: all the Life Flight and Coast Guard helicopters looping overhead recently.
Enough LED searchlight-bright red and white bulbs down the block that it could be mistaken their landing pad.
All the kids are thrilled – it’s like summering in Alaska when the sun never sets.
Chastened, we slunked down the walks.
Past display after display
Even inflatable Santas and reindeer are more puffed up this year with voices, nods, and holiday waves. (Elaborate attempts to excuse their limp morning laundry reposes?)
Homeward, we muttered. There’s a reputation to uphold.
I did earn a living doing Christmas Wonderlands.
Well, it was sort of a living, meager – but paid rent and the bills
Each year I threaten to do an “Emperor’s New Clothes” thing
Toss a huge tangle of lights out on the lawn between the trees
Auntie Mame would be proud.
But not this year.
Can’t embarrass the kid.
Who wants a “Perfect Christmas” this year.
For enchanting memories.
Already the giant glorious tree decked in heritage ornaments is to be replaced with a medium-size one high on a table dressed with low-value ornaments the dog is already eyeing.
About those memories….no doubt they will be special.
So scheduled blog time shoved over.
Tangled for real in electric efforts.
Worse, even when that’s done – there’s still potential of seasonal peril.
Bound to get carded!
(Can’t stamp that out.)
Plugged into the season’s warmth (What’s a scorched finger or two?)
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Related Christmas posts:
“Best Job Ever: August’s Christmas” Who knew Christmas was a career choice?
“A German Waits for Christmas.” Part of the German Shepherd Saga. What is it about kneeling Santa?
“Christmas Decorations Bounce and Rebound. Delighted” Inflatables invade the neighborhood, 2010