How Long Can I Use My Christmas Tree As a Nightlight?

I love leaving my Christmas tree lights on and turning off all my other lights, but every day that goes by, this gets harder and harder. Not because I feel guilty that my tree is still up. No, it would have to be February before I felt bad about that. Only because at some point it becomes a flash point waiting for the next spark to go up like a blue dart fart. It's truly very sad. 

I hope everyone had a fabulous New Year's Eve. My grandson is a party animal. He made me open every cupboard in his mom's kitchen and when he spotted something good, grunting in toddler talk what he wanted. I don't speak Zayne yet, so it was a little frustrating for him. I'm sure if he could talk, he would have said, "Grandma, get a grip. If I wanted granola, I would grunt at my mommy. I want Cheez-Its, Ritz crackers. You get the idea, Grams."

We read Pat the Bunny. He played endlessly with a tape measure. Pulling it out, then letting it snap back into the case. I figured at some point he was going to tape measure his nose off, but he was giggling like a mad man doing it, so I didn't make him stop. He passed out at nine and being the excellent grandson he is, he went right to sleep. 


I turned on a movie and the next thing I know the ending credits are running. The first New Year's Eve where I didn't drink and I still pass out. 


But really I was not babysitting my grandson, I was babysitting the granddog. Poor Meloh. He is a little dog with long gazelle legs. People all over the neighborhood were setting off firecrackers and the poor mutt was shivering like a bowl full of jelly. (I just typed bowel, instead of bowl. I need a vacation.) He finally fell asleep at my feet. I felt really bad though. I moved and accidentally tooted and scared the heck out of him. The look on his face was priceless. 


I have a long list of goals and projects and resolutions this year. Maybe I should shoot for a goal of completing them before the end of the decade. I figure I better take care of all those letters addressed to taxpayer. This IRS person is really becoming a pain in the ass.