With Yule right around the corner I finally got out my Yule tree and decorations. You may notice that I use the term Yule instead of Christmas, but that is another story. This one however involves certain things I rediscovered while unpacking my artificial Yule tree. Those things include:
- A specific strand of holiday lights
- My previous Yule tree
- Several Yule presents which were never given
- A train set
- A large red cylinder with a black hose attached to it
The story goes something like this:
Did you know you should always use a certified electrician when running a new power outlet? Here is why:
- Twas the week before Yule, and all through the house
- Everything was quiet, even my pet mouse
- The wife was out shopping, with my sister-in-law
- Then the silence was broken by a reciprocating saw
- I was cutting a hole, in the living room wall
- I was laughing and singing, simply having a ball.
- See there were no outlets, in the place I had cut
- To plug in the lights for the Yule tree I had cut
- I was running new wires, from breaker to hole
- To brighten my wife’s Yule, and lift her soul.
- I connected the wires, plugged in the tree
- Plugged in the train, ho ho he he
- I threw the breaker, then began to choke
- For while hearing pops, I smelled smoke
- I ran to the room and began to perspire
- My Tree, My Train and presents on fire!
- Did you know that house power, comes in three types
- I had connected too much, two twenty volts to be precise
- The lights had all burst, igniting my tree
- The fire then consumed my presents you see
- The train itself had burst into flame
- Too much power, the cause the same
- So if you are thinking, you know what to do
- When lacking an outlet for holidays too
- Then listen to me, I’ll say it again
- Always, Always, hire and electrician!
Now for further clarification:
- The holiday lights were un-fused and every bulb had burst, as well as electrically welded to their sockets.
- The “Yule Tree” was little more than a charred lump of wood that I had kept to remind me not to play with electricity.
- The presents were of course the remains of the ones I had put under the tree
- The train set was little more than a lump of molten plastic and twisted metal
- The red cylinder was of course a fire extinguisher
The good news is the house didn’t burn down. The bad: my wife didn’t get her PlayStation 3 or the new coat I had bought her.
I hope you all enjoy this!