Every year, we put up a Christmas tree.
Even though we have enough ornaments with which to decorate a tree, we always buy more.
A new set of shiny balls… another box of tinsel…
And lights. So many strings of lights.
From bulbs to LEDs, simple lights and patterned lights.
We have enough lights for an airport runway.
If you strung all of the lights end to end, they would reach the North Pole.
So, we try it. And sure enough, they reach the North Pole.
“Turn those off,” growls Santa. “I’m trying to sleep.”
And he closes his blinds.