Being Clark Griswold, or, Barfing Christmas

While retail stores refer to the Friday after Thanksgiving as Black Friday because it celebrates the day they begin to turn a profit. Black Friday at our house is a different matter. Why? The Friday following Thanksgiving is the day Christmas begins. It is the day I trade in my sanity for what can only be described as Clark Griswald Syndrome (CGS). Our eldest son hates CGS because it means he won’t see his dad for three weeks. It means I’m up on a ladder somewhere. My wife hates CGS because I’m obsessing about our tree not having enough lights I’m sorry, 1200 lights on a 9 foot tree is nowhere near enough. The Outagamie Regional Airport hates CGS because airplanes must be routed around the beacon that is our house.

Since it was over 50 this weekend, I was talked into hanging lights outside this year. My photographer sister took some photos of the insanity - me on the aforementioned ladder assisted by the younger, and straddling the peaks of the house. I think the results speak for themselves, though. Inside is next.

      

One Comment

1. Dan said:

   Looks great! Now, step off the ladder and come to the van with these nice men in white coats…

   November 29th, 2006 at 9:39 am

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