As the calendar flips over to the jolly month of December it would appear that ’tis the season for me to risk it all by putting up some christmas lights around the First Lady, the young squire and I’s home for the upcoming yuletide season. This isn’t a chore I look forward to with great delight. For those not in the know, due to my sheer size, gravity isn’t my best friend. Thus having me climb up a ladder and on to my roof isn’t likely a smart idea. Although for some, watching me barrel down a few feet onto the cold pavement below might be humerous. For me…..not so much.
However I do understand the importance of having some christmas cheer for the young squire. He’s probably already feeling some scorn with his toddler friends in the neighbourhood, due to the fact that we are already being shown up by every house on the block with their wonderful light show arrangements (apparently I didn’t get the BE A GOOD DAD/HUSBAND memo that November was going to be so nice in the way of temperature and that every other male in the neighbourhood would be putting up their LED’s…nice work Arsy!)
So this weekend I’m off to Canadian Tire to battle the masses in search of some lights. If you feel the ground rumbling for a moment or suspect that we are experiencing an earthquake this weekend, don’t be alarmed. The likely result is that I’ve fallen from a ladder. Just call for help. Please no cameras.