story of the 23rd

So I decided to celebrate my Christmas on the 23rd since I would be alone.
I cooked my favourite (squash) and some eggs with green tea.
(Really, I do like it!)
Then I thought to myself..."if I were to have a family some day would they eat this?"
Probably not.
I laughed and continued cooking, hoping my skills would improve some time soon.
Once I had cooked I set my plate of food on my window sill and turned off the lights, for I had wanted to see the beautiful city lights from where I would sit.
Alas, it was too dark.
I then remembered my small string of Christmas lights -
what a brilliant idea!
I wanted to read the Christmas story at my window so I also retrieved my Bible.
I then plugged in the Christmas lights and -
BZZZZZZ!!!
Yes, I was electricuted!
I screamed at the top of my lungs for I could not let go of the lights!
It was tramatizing to say the least (for that long 2 seconds).
The lights burned out and I threw them across the room
(maybe out of fear....maybe out of anger...maybe because my hand was burning)
Then I laughed.
Oh how I laughed at my silly little girl's scream and my lights that were strewn across the room.
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So I sat with my bright flourescent light eating and reading
and wished myself and all those who heard my girly scream
a merry christmas.
:)