All That Glitters
Wednesday - December 30, 2009
By the time you read this, Christmas will have come and gone. But I’m still in the spirit, especially since I have a Christmas story yet to tell. It’s about family, brotherly love and looking like Liberace in the Ice Capades.
About six days before Christmas, my kid brother, who lives alone just a few houses down from mine, seemed kind of down. I asked what was wrong and he told me that he didn’t have any Christmas decorations up, so he wasn’t “feelin’it.” I mentioned this to my wife and two kids, and they were not going to have it. We all marched down to his house that evening determined to turn his home into a winter wonderland. I knew that he had all kinds of decorations from Christmas past, so it was just a matter of dragging them out and putting them up.
We went out and I helped him purchase a tree. Then he bought a bunch of the new LED lights for the front of his house and a huge Christmas wreath shimmering with gold glitter. That together with his lawn snowman and reindeer would make for a great festive display.
I think part of the problem was that he wasn’t confident in arranging the display, nor did he have a clue how to hang the light or the wreath at the front of his house. This is where I came in. I don’t mean to brag, but I am a total expert on Christmas decorations. It comes from years of trial and error, mostly error, but now I seem to have an eye for it. My wife and kids decided to work on the lawn displays while I took on hanging the wreath and lights. My brother wanted the wreath over his garage.
He set up a ladder and I made my ascent. A screw was put in to hang the wreath from, and I held the gold circle with both my hands as I placed it on the screw. It kept falling off, so I had to force the wreath on it until it held. Each time I did that, copious amounts of gold glitter fell onto my hair and face. By the time I was done, I looked like the woman coated in gold paint from the James Bond movie Goldfinger. Of course I didn’t know this, as there was no mirror in which I could see myself. I decided I was going to City Mill to pick up a heavy-duty hook. Before anyone could say anything, I was off.
When I got up to the register to pay for the hook, the guy looked at me and said, “Wow, brah, you’re really into Christmas!” Since I didn’t know what he was talking about, I replied, “Yeah, I wish I could do this all year ‘round.”
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