Okay, okay okay, don’t worry, those are some special kind of lights, that don’t get hot. Mom would never let us play with them if we could get hurt. And believe me, she watch’s over us like a hawk. Now if only someone would explain to me what a hawk is and how it watch’s’
Anyway, I think lights are pretty cool too and this Christmas thing is a dream. One that keeps going on and on.
May all your dreams come true and your lights burn brightly,
Love, the bright and happy,