It used to be a running joke around our house that anybody who left their Christmas lights up all year had to be a redneck because they were just too lazy to take them down.
Well, now I am of that species too, I guess. It’s been a few years since I’ve had the courage or the balance to do ladders. Our lights are permanently affixed to the eavestroughs, so they stay up 24 seven 365 days year. The problem that developed this past winter was that the plug-in for those lights became encased in a big knob of ice and then covered in about six inches of snow. So, every time I turn our porch lights on at night, our house is illuminated as well with the nice green Christmas lights. We are the only ones on our street to have Christmas in April. My wife is somewhat embarrassed by this and does occasionally remind me that I need to get up that ladder, take a hammer to the damn ice, and pull the plug please and thank you.
I don’t know. I think it looks kind of nice. I think I’ll hire somebody to do it when spring time actually arrives.