I love Christmas lights. Twinkly little points of light make me happy. I was excited to plug in the outside lights this year. Until they didn't work. My heart sank. We have rechargeable, and I thought it was charging, but it wasn't. I tried charging them again, but to no avail, the lights didn't come one. Jerry finally got involved and finagled the charging battery, and after a night of charging, I had my twinkle lights on the porch. Yay, it was Christmasy! I didn't put up Christmas decorations in the house until the 20th of the month. I thought about it doing it earlier but just felt "meh" about it, so I put it off. The day I decided to put up some lights across our mantle was sad. My lighted garland was dead. I wiggled each light, couldn't see if any were burned out to change so that the twinkly strand of lights would work again. Jerry came up that evening to "emotional Jeanne" and tried his best to see if the fuses were bad.