The Christmas Light Tangle by beachzz
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The Christmas Light Tangle
It’s time I thought
To get out the lights
But the bag I got
Just wasn’t quite right
For just last year
As I put them away
They were all quite dear
In their own little way
Each little strand
Was orderly and neat
A nice rubber band
To keep them all sweet
But when I looked inside
That big black sack
I’d so carefully supplied
And never looked back
There was this mess
This tangle of light
And I must confess
It gave me a fright
For during this year
These little sweet things
Had not been so dear
They’d been very bad strings
They’d rocked and they’d rolled
They’d been naughty not nice
I didn’t have to be told
Even once certainly not twice
They were twisted and tangled
Snarled snapped and snagged
My nerves were jangled
Just thinking made me ragged
But I dug in that sack
And stuck in my hands
Made a big stack
And pulled out those strands
This pile of stuff
Looked like nothing real
The going got tough
It was a very big deal
I found the first end
Of that first little light
And started to wend
My way thru the night
Finally there was hope
Hour after hour
I was able to cope
But needed a shower
There were little black spots
Before my bleary blue eyes
And all my thoughts
Were nothing but sighs
Sleep was all I could do
After so many strings
Of lights I just knew
It was time for dreams
And dream I did
All night long
I felt like a kid
Who’d done something wrong
The next morning came
Much too soon
And the lights were to blame
It really was noon
I sat down once more
Determined to finish
This horrendous chore
And it began to diminish
Finally it was done
They were all nice and straight
In the hours since I’d begun
It had gotten quite late
So I took them outside
And hung them with care
Each strand was astride
The fence it would share
The big moment arrived
I plugged them all in
I knew they’d survive
And I knew I would win
The lights were ON
As bright as can be
And I knew I HAD won
This contest for me
And what have I learned
From this little tale
That I will absolutely, certainly, no way, never, ever throw all my
Christmas lights in a big black garbage sack when I take them down.
This is a true story (with a bit of poetic license!!).
12/8/08
Comments (10)
quite a display and oratory
Excellent poetic license, Marilyn. A new twist on an old favorite. Yes, they do seem to like messing themselves up after they're put away. Like coat hangers in a closet. They like to become tangled, as well and multiply...LOL
LOL aint this the truth, altho here in the uk, we dont have so many lights, just a few on the tree in fact, but those buggers are always tangled after you put them away carefully?...and the buggers always but always refuse to come on? I think there is this wee elf that santa sends out to us all, if we've been good the lights light, if not they don't LOL, a for of perverse punishment me thinks :))
When it gets to this time of year and everybody asks me what I want for Christmas, my answer used to be the 6th of January. Why? because it would all be over and done with. Then 22 years ago my daughter was born and now if asked what I want for Christmas the answer is the 3rd of January, because that was the day Emma came into my life. Well she came into it a little bit before then but I couldn't hold her tight until the 3rd of Jan. I can relate to this in lots of ways Marylin, the black sack, the tangled lines, but also there is always one light that doesn't work, or the bulbs somehow become loose and there is no connection. When that happens its a matter of testing each one by tightening them up. Other strings won't light if one bulb fails and when that happens every bulb has to be extracted and tested with the meter. A nightmare on the best of days. Excellent poem, you sure have a talent for this sort of writing. Bravo!!!!!
A lovely tale, beautifully spun. You didn't find any unpaired socks in there, did you? They're always to blame for errant behaviour in unsupervised cupboard spaces...
This turned out great! :) Nicely done. (I don't have that problem, 'cause I've got no lights!)
Had no problems with the lights... checked 'em out sunday! Awesome poem, congrats!
Lol this is a wonderful little tale and it even had a happy ending, very very nice work my friend :)
LOL!!! Great poem!
Spaghetti, anyone? An stellar paean about a twisted maze of never-ending lights and wires, M. Just be sure you're not standing in a pool of water when you plug it in. BTW, I have no lights either.