Mesmerized by the Lights

So I put the tree up this weekend (I decided it was high time given that liturgically it is now advent and everything. If I had my way I would put it up on my birthday but I digress...) and went about the task of stringing it with lights and garland and a few decorations. We have more to put up but have stalled out for now. It stands off the end of the couch where I put my feet up on our sectional couch and it looks very pretty.

My mother tells me that as a small baby she would place me in front of the tree and I would look intently at the lights in all shapes and sizes, including the ones with the crazy hot liquid inside that bubbled, praise the Lord they remained intact while I was looking at them otherwise my folks would have had the latest Christmas craze, Baby Napalm (now with terrifying burst into flame action!) on their hands. I would be perfectly content to sit and watch them blink and shimmer. Eventually I would fall asleep in little Christmassy bliss with visions of sugar plums dancing in my head.

Our lights are pretty boring by comparison, they don't blink or play music or anything except sparkle a wonderful white glow. They do, however, have the same Pavlovian effect on me. I have already fallen asleep looking at them three times since the tree went up on Saturday. I am not complaining really, I could us a nap or two lately, I just think that the drooling snoring me now is likely not nearly as cute as I was back in the day when I could still poop myself and feel good about it.