Every year at this time, when we put the lights on the tree, Dale tells me of his fond childhood memories of actually sleeping under the tree just to watch the lights. * Since it's not as comfortable to do this in your 40's, we did the next best thing and brought them into our bedrooms.
That way, each of the sweeties can sleep under the lights.
*I have since been told that Dale did not sleep under the lights like I thought I was hearing all these years but instead on the couch to watch the lights. Still sweet as heck thinking of my man as a little guy loving the Christmas lights.