He strung the line of colored lights along the gutters, moving the ladder every couple of feet and securing the line on the icy roof. When he was a child, the lights had been big, fragile things, and if a bulb blew, the whole string would go out.
These were tiny LED things that allegedly never needed replacing, and changed colors with the assistance of a handy phone app he would download when Hell froze over.
He climbed back down and plugged them in. The lights popped on, bathing the snowy yard in a rainbow glow. Some things never changed.

“Christmas lights” by BingoBangoGringo is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.

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