Christmas Lights (And the ridiculousness we are willing to go through for them.)

I am not sure exactly how tall my house is. What I AM sure of, is that it is significantly taller than any ladder I am willing to climb.

Problem: Tall House + Short Ladder + 1 Girl Deathly Afraid of Heights anyway, who is married to a man she would rather not watch fall to his death or dismemberment while indulging her vision of a home trimmed with twinkling white icicles = No Christmas lights.

No way! There had to be a solution.

As it turned out, some of our neighbors with similarly tall houses felt the same way. Only they were more creative than I. And more generous with their time and energy.

The Solution:

They called themselves the Power Ranch Christmas Elves. They drove this monster of a machine through our neighborhood, right onto our driveway, and they had those Christmas lights up in no time.

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They did this all weekend long for any neighbor willing to pitch in (nominally) to cover the weekend rent of said machine just so they could hang their own lights.

Here my unscathed husband and little Isaac wave goodbye to our elves as they head a few doors down the street to spread more Christmas cheer.

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There is nothing left to worry about except how we are going to get those dang things down.