When my wife passed away she left me with more Christmas decorations than one human could put out in a month.
This year my sons are picking out a few of their old and new favorites and we’re going 1.5 steps above Charlie Brown on the tree. We’re going to make some special ornaments and cards for donation, but I doubt I’ll get to putting lights up outside the house. However, I could not resist getting on the roof to place Santa.
Last year was my first attempt at this rig. I ended up going out the bathroom window to rescue the fat man (and our siding) from a wind storm. Mary laughed her ass off as I climbed out there in my pajamas. She got me laughing and it was a Christmas miracle that I didn’t go off the roof.
Thankfully, I was able to troubleshoot the set up and now Ole Kris is rock solid, for now.
God bless,
Jason