My sisters and I stood, just inside the front door of the house, watching our father as he\u00c2\u00a0hung the decorations on the front porch.<\/p>\n
The wind gusted and tried to snatch away the aluminum garland Dad was trying to affix to the eaves of the porch. The\u00c2\u00a0storm door shook from the force of the wind. We shivered. Even though the storm door was closed, cold air still found its way around the edges of the door and into the house, something that wouldn’t happen once Dad finished his work outside and closed both the main door and the storm door.<\/p>\n
The three of us huddled closer to the front hall radiator which had just started its knock knock knocking<\/em>, our clue that the furnace had come on and hot water would be circulating through the pipes.<\/p>\n With the aluminum garland finally in place, its\u00c2\u00a0silver and green leaves rustling in the wind, we watched as Dad reached for the lights. The bulbs were huge!\u00c2\u00a0Nowhere near\u00c2\u00a0as big as a regular light bulb, but much bigger than the bulbs on the tree or the yellow bulbs\u00c2\u00a0of the electric candelabra in the windows. We watched in excitement as Dad replaced the bulb in the front porch light with a device that converted the screw socket to a plug socket. He plugged the strand of lights into the socket and… nothing.<\/p>\n Dad grunted.<\/p>\n “A bulb is burned out!” he called to us. “I’ll have to figure out which one it is!”<\/p>\n “Hurry!” we called back. “We can’t wait!” My younger sister hopped back and forth from one foot to another in her excitement.<\/p>\n Dad selected a new bulb from the box and replaced the first bulb. Still nothing. He continued on down the strand of lights until, finally, the whole string lit up with reds and greens and blues and yellows.<\/p>\n “Hooray!” we shouted, almost giddy with holiday excitement.<\/p>\n Dad pulled the ladder over to the corner of the porch closest to the electric socket and began\u00c2\u00a0securing lights to the hooks already holding the garland in place. As he continued around the three sides of the porch, the sun began to set, making the lights seem to burn even more brightly. The aluminum leaves of the garland reflected the light and made it seem as if many more bulbs were in place than really were. The wind\u00c2\u00a0blew through the garland, making a rustling noise and causing glints of reflected light to dance across the floor of the porch like winter\u00c2\u00a0fireflies.<\/p>\n Dad finished his job just as the sun set completely. The garland was in place and all the lights were burning brightly. He\u00c2\u00a0picked up\u00c2\u00a0the\u00c2\u00a0extra bulbs and the empty box that had once held the strings of lights. He opened the storm door. The wind blew in.<\/p>\n “Brrrr!” We all shivered, and Dad closed the storm door firmly behind him. “Now, let’s see if\u00c2\u00a0it all\u00c2\u00a0works.”<\/p>\n He flicked the switch to the front porch light and the lights went out. Another flick and the lights came back on. I thought\u00c2\u00a0my Dad\u00c2\u00a0was a genius for connecting the lights so we could turn them on and off with a switch from inside the house.<\/p>\n “Boy, Daddy! You sure know how to do everything!” I exclaimed.<\/p>\n “OK! I’m going to take the ladder around back and put it in the cellar. You kids close the doors behind me and I’ll meet you in the kitchen. I think I’m ready for a nice hot cuppa coffee!” he said in reply.<\/p>\n Dad opened the storm door once again, picked up the ladder, and headed around the house to the south. My sisters and I closed and latched the storm door, and then we closed the heavy front door. The cover to the mail slot in the door rattled as we pushed the door closed.<\/p>\n I peeked through the front blinds at the lights, and then I flicked the light switch off. Then on. Then off again. Then on again.<\/p>\n “Just leave them on, Stephen!” my older sister demanded, exasperated. With that, both of my sisters turned and headed to the kitchen.<\/p>\n Flick<\/em> – Off. Flick<\/em> – On. Flick<\/em> – Off. Flick<\/em> – On.<\/p>\n “STEPHEN!”\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n I ran\u00c2\u00a0to catch up\u00c2\u00a0with\u00c2\u00a0my sisters.<\/p>\n Written for the Advent Calendar of Christmas Memories<\/a> – Day 5.<\/p>\n Copyright \u00a9 2007 by Stephen J. Danko<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My sisters and I stood, just inside the front door of the house, watching our father as he\u00c2\u00a0hung the decorations on the front porch. The wind gusted and tried to snatch away the aluminum garland Dad was trying to affix … Continue reading