I visited mum the other day.
She has the Christmas tree up, as she does every year. And the tree is well decorated. The decorations are mostly traditional. She has the baubles, and the other little ornaments. The star, and of course the tinsel.
My favourite of all the decorations on that tree however, are the lights.
Not simply because they are lights. The lights are not necessarily my favourite decoration on other trees.
But these lights are special.
These lights are slightly older than I am.
Mum cannot remember their exact age. She thinks she’s had them over thirty years.
Oh yes, these lights are troopers.
And after thirty years you may expect issues.
Well, you wouldn’t be completely wrong.
Don’t get me wrong. They do work. They have always. They just don’t conform to the rules and guidelines set out by the original light-makers.
And for that I highly respect them.
You see, they are meant to flash blue and green on, and then switch to the red and orange. And alternate in a logical pattern.
They have followed a different pattern as long as I have known them.
Really, they are radical.
And sometimes they stick to a pattern for a Christmas period, and then it’s different the following year. Sometimes they follow a different pattern each time you turn them on and off.
They legitimately have a mind and will of their own.
It makes lighting the tree all that more exciting.
I will be very sad the day they stop altogether. I love those lights. They have character.