Even at 40 years old good Christmas tree stories can happen. My good friend, A, got one of those pre-lit Christmas trees a few years back. It's nothing huge, but it's pretty. Well, the first year she asked me to help her set it up. We pulled the directions out with a handy diagram to show how to plug the thing together so it will light. Let me for the record state that I do not know what type of fancy meth was being used when this diagram was drawn... but this nonsensical thing had nothing to do with this tree. So after an hour of plugging crap here and there we finally managed to get the entire tree lit.
At the end of the season we got smart and labeled all of the plugs so we would know which ones went together the next year. So year two arrives and we are all smug and think we got this tree thing handled. Well, the tree quickly reminded us who was boss. Somehow we hadn't labeled the cord which was oddly placed and confusing as well. But that year the tree took probably less than 30 minutes to get going.
Well, this year I was over at A's and she says "while you're here... why don't we put the tree up." So she went and grabbed it. We dug through and found out blue tape labeled plugs, grabbed the cord which was also now labeled, and after less than 5 minutes we plugged it in and all the lights came on. We obviously made several whoop noises as we jumped up and down and double high-fived one another. It was a good day in Christmastown. :)
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