Vaguely holiday-related rambling
Crappy toys flying off the shelves
Midgets dressed up to look like elves
Spread good cheer or burn in hell
It’s a merry fucking Christmas.
~Denis Leary, “Merry Fucking Christmas”
I don’t do holiday decor. It’s not that I don’t like holiday decor. Really. I just don’t do it. I have, in the past, decorated for Halloween and Christmas. But it takes a few things that I don’t have…space, time, money, and effort.
As I’ve mentioned before, I have all of one closet. Between my clothes, camping supplies, the cat crate, the “take to Goodwill” box, and a few errant items, I don’t have enough room to store seasonal decor. Not to mention I lack the money necessary to buy decorations, and I have other more pressing concerns (making truffles, for example) taking up my time and energy. I could do a strand of lights, maybe, but nothing substantial.
Speaking of lights…don’t fall for the LED Christmas lights garbage. If your lights still work, use them. Don’t buy new ones just because they’re “energy efficient.” Use them until they don’t work anymore, then fucking replace them.
On the “greenness” (or lack thereof) of Christmas lights…no, they’re not green. That doesn’t mean that I think people shouldn’t put them up. Christmas would be dull without Christmas lights. As warm as it often is in Texas during December, it’s nice to have something to remind me that it’s that time of year.
Think of Christmas lights like tattoos…only good if they’re classic and simple. If your house looks anything like these, then you should reconsider. Although then, I suppose, I would miss out on making fun of your house as I drive by.
This is one of those things where I do believe that the environmental issues can be set aside. You can make Christmas lights greener, but they’ll never be as green as they would be if they weren’t produced at all. But in the end, are we going to be complete and utter assholes about it? “Oh, don’t put up Christmas lights, that’s not greeeeeeen.” Well, frankly neither is my computer, my car, my cats, all of my furniture and most of my clothes. Yet you don’t see me donning a fucking loincloth and playing Dances With Wolves out in the fucking woods, even though that would be greener than the way I live now. A balance between comfort, happiness, and environmentalism is important.