Christmas Lights and Decorations…Now here’s a touchy subject. My parents were married for 30 years but their first fight came just four months after the wedding. They fought over Christmas tree tinsel. My mom believed in carefully placing each strand, my dad was a “stand back and sling it” kind of guy. The fight became so intense my Dad walked out and didn’t come home for two days. I believe the was Bourbon involved.
My husband and I also have some serious Christmas decoration issues. I blame it on the fact he’s Hungarian. You know how those people are with their giant mustaches and unlimited surplus of paprika.
When Alex started unpacking the outdoor Christmas lights I said two words . “Taunt please”. I hate droopy lights.
When the sun set and he plugged everything in I gasped. The house looked like a rainbow elf threw up. There were brilliant, multi-colored clumps and sags, knots and masses covering the front of the house. every stand sagged like a hammock. It’s a holiday nightmare but if I complain I’m a bitch, right? What kind of woman gripes at her husband for spending four hours putting up Christmas lights?
Then it was time to put up the tree. It was a beautiful fresh Frasier fur, perfectly shaped. And Alex proceeded to wrap the lights so tight I swear, it looked as though he’d taking the Christmas tree hostage. I start looking for a ransom note cause that tree will never ever escape. And when he plugged those lights in I swear I almost had a seizure. Alex believes in flashing lights, lots and lots of fast flashing lights. My right arm jerked and my eye twitched. The dog sighed and the children laughed.
It’s Christmas time and I have to close my eyes in the morning when I walk past the tree with my coffee or I fling it across the room.
So, here’s some more marriage advice. Discuss Christmas decorations before you say “I do”. It can be a holiday deal breaker.
“Örökké szeretni foglak, Sandor” that’s “I’ll love you forever, Alex” in Hungarian.