My DH is one sick puppy.
He loves decorating for Christmas. Clark Griswold's got NOTHING on DH. He really goes overboard. Fortunately for the neighborhood, I'm unemployed and thus we are very tight financially and cannot afford to purchase additional decorations or replace those that wear out.
One thing DH loves to do is set up little Christmas villages on every available table top in our living room. I see about three separate villages - little churches, inns, bookstores, bakeries and houses. He even has snow-dusted "fir" trees that go with an old train set, and set up the villages on white tree skirts with sparkles to make it look like snowy villages.
Glowing inside the little clay buildings are light bulbs, and the golden light looks so charming and cozy on cold winter nights when it's freezing outside, as it is tonight (even though it's technically still autumn). Brrrr!
Several of the light bulbs have finally burned out this year. Unbeknownst to me, he replaced them with ones we have on hand.
I guess I haven't been paying attention, because I finally noticed the "new and
improved" evil-looking Christmas village a few minutes ago when we turned on the lights as night fell. The adorable little church with its white "clapboard", steeple and bell tower and pretty little stained glass windows are glowing bright RED. So is the country inn, the bookstore and coffee shop, and the sweet little parsonage. They all are glowing EVIL RED. These red ones are the only ones (he claims!) he has on hand.
It looks like Stephen King decorated our living room villages. That sweet little church with its front door ajar looks like the gaping maw of hell.
I can't look at this anymore. It's too evil.
I don't care if we can't afford to eat dinner tomorrow, but I insist we are going out right now to purchase proper colorless lights. He sees nothing wrong with this. I say he's a sick puppy. It's kind of funny...in a spooky way...but this set up can NOT be allowed to stay like this for the rest of the season.
He says I'm over-reacting. I say he's lucky I'm not getting the frying pan out.
Do you think I'm over-reacting? I don't think I would feel comfortable celebrating the Season surrounded by little villages that look like they came out of a horror novel. Should I do the unthinkable, and pull the plug on the village unless DH replaces the red bulbs with colorless ones?
I feel like I should get out some Holy water and a Bible and ask forgiveness. My goodness - the little inn looks like it's either on fire or a house of ill-repute. I can't have that in a Christmas village! I'm going to have to cover the eyes of the little orphans building the snowman.
My husband is sick! Sick!
He's in the corner of the room chuckling softly, softly....