Our Christmas Tree lights are
so festive this year.
They've been showing off, dancing around . . .
. . . reflecting themselves off of whatever they see.
They really do seem to be having a
fabulous Christmas season.
Okay, Mistah may have something to do with it too.
I just sit and relax and read, and Mistah captures the lights dancing around the house, like so many Visions of Sugarplums . . .
. . . danging
right around my head.
They do sometimes overdo it, but hey, it's Christmas.
My favorite is when they swirl around the pieces hanging on our walls. Like Dorothy's original watercolor and ink, her wedding present to us . . .
. . . and our print of Jim Tanaka's
Wild Women Don't Have the Blues. Not around here, they don't.
I think when we go to bed at night our Christmas Tree lights take over the house, pour themselves glasses of wine, and start their nightly bacchanal . . . swirling . . .
. . . twirling . . . dancing . . .
. . . generally carrying on and having themselves a grand ol' time.
Our Christmas Tree lights know how to
party.
They've been showing off, dancing around . . .
. . . reflecting themselves off of whatever they see.
They really do seem to be having a fabulous Christmas season.
Okay, Mistah may have something to do with it too. 
I just sit and relax and read, and Mistah captures the lights dancing around the house, like so many Visions of Sugarplums . . .
. . . danging right around my head.
They do sometimes overdo it, but hey, it's Christmas.
My favorite is when they swirl around the pieces hanging on our walls. Like Dorothy's original watercolor and ink, her wedding present to us . . .
. . . and our print of Jim Tanaka's Wild Women Don't Have the Blues. Not around here, they don't. 
I think when we go to bed at night our Christmas Tree lights take over the house, pour themselves glasses of wine, and start their nightly bacchanal . . . swirling . . .
. . . twirling . . . dancing . . .
. . . generally carrying on and having themselves a grand ol' time. 
Our Christmas Tree lights know how to party.
Your tree, like its hosts, is perfect. I know you're only up the street, but I miss you.
ReplyDeleteEnnis,ach!
Dawnie
I love the lights on the tree. I give myself headaches every year blurring my vision to make it look at pretty...
ReplyDeleteYour Christmas tree has been starring on the blog for weeks, as it should, it's so beautiful! mom
ReplyDeleteWooooo! Trippy!
ReplyDeleteThe progression of shots is great. Loved the increasing insanity as I scrolled down. Merry Christmas Ellie!
ReplyDeleteOh I've always loved increasing insanity.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to you, too, Pablo Jose!
Ellie
I think Pablo was onto something when he said "the progression of shots." That's the way colored lights look to me, too, after a progression of shots. Speaking of shots, can I bring you and Mistah anything from Mexico, Ellie?
ReplyDeleteThat is some wild, wacky stuff! I have to concur about the shots, or perhaps our little Schlekah has finally gone 'round the bend!
ReplyDeleteI love how much you love your tree, Ellie!
xo
Jacquie
Some of those look like hieroglyphics! I like how your tree dives headfirst into a glass of wine.
ReplyDeleteHoly shit, Ellie! That last shot is crazy!!! It looks as though the tree is about to burst into flames.
ReplyDeleteAnd just admit it -- you LOVE Christmas:-)
Beth