10 year old me would be extremely disappointed in my Christmas lights.
I should have Clark W. Griswold level lights, but with colors and blinking lights.
Instead I put up all plain white lights along the windows and doors and a wreath like a reasonable person.
It's so much work as an adult with adult responsibilities to find time to hang lights, and even worse when you have to take them down.
I am ashamed.
It just finally cooled off where I live. I can spend more than 15 minutes outside without sweating.
I'm so happy. I call it Reverse Seasonal Affective Disorder. The first day around May that it hits 90⁰ outside I'm depressed until late October.