Okay, so I’m not technically a child. Nor, is it exactly slave labour. But that doesn’t make it any less evil!

I think it was pretty reasonable to request the Christmas lights stay on the outside of the house until the end of August (when my brother comes back, so he could do it himself) or even until next Christmas! I mean, it’s only 10 months away! That’s nothing in the grand scheme of things! I mean, I’m expected to live until I’m at least 88, I’m sure. Compare 10 months to the 69 (ooer) more years I have left, and it hardly seems relevant. I doubt when I am 88, I will remember leaving my Christmas lights up for “too long,” (according to the twisted Canadian social standards), I will be too focused on being senile and wetting the bed!

Also, Christmas lights are pretty, why should I only get to see them in December? Why can’t I be hanging out on, say… August…. 8th? And just go “WOW CHRISTMAS LIGHTS, GO!” In celebration of… the colour green! And… the evolution of lizards!

There are so many reasons to keep the festive lights around. So, why was I subjected to young-adult servant labour, to wrap up these grimy cords, and shove them into tiny boxes? How come the things fit in there on the way out, but trying to shove them back in is like World War 3? I suppose it’s in our nature to crave freedom, and Christmas lights are no different.