The Christmas Light Catastrophe
It was December, and Dad was determined to put up the most dazzling Christmas lights in the neighborhood.
“Watch and learn, kids,” he said, climbing the ladder. “This is how you create holiday magic.”
Hours later, he had tangled himself in the lights. “Can someone pass me the scissors?”
Mom called from the porch, “You okay up there?”
Dad laughed nervously. “Oh, just adding a personal touch to the display. It’s abstract art now.”
When the lights finally went on, half of them blinked out of sync.
“Looks… unique, Dad,” the kids said.
Dad grinned. “That’s what you call custom! Who needs perfection when you’ve got character?”
