I love ALL my neighbors

# of lightbulbs broken on my lights lining my driveway - no less than 14 total (including 7 discovered on Wednesday alone)

# of actual lights (not bulbs) broken so they will not clip back onto the stakes next year - 6

# of fits thrown by myself in the front yard as I rip all of my lights out of the ground, thereby breaking most of the remaining lights, and saying not so quietly "This is bull @$&*, I should be able to have nice @$&% in my yard but NOOOOOOOOO" as Mark asks said teenagers to stay away from me, our lights and our yard - 1.

I have NEVER taken down Christmas lights prior to New Years. This year, December 26th. And it wasn't pretty. But, the 7 kids who were playing soccer in front of my house and in my yard quickly moved down the street after my fit (but not before one of them said "Ma'am, I don't think we broke your lights, ma'am". Granted, it may not have been their soccer playing "skills" that broke my lights and it could have been the basketball "players" next door. Whatever.

I love them. I really, really do.

Dear Neighbor Teenagers

If I, or my husband, catch you touching our Christmas lights again, I will not be responsible for what we do to you.

I can promise, it will be an un-fun experience.

As of now, you have broken 3 light bulbs (that I can see) and when I got home today and saw 7 of my lights pulled out from lining our driveway (and several more broken), I think small amounts of my brain burst out of my ears. I spent HOURS getting the driveway lined JUST PERFECTLY. Bushes done just right. Landscaping lined just perfectly. And now, Its uneven and NOT perfect.

I don't like you. At. All.

I really don't.

Stop touching my Christmas lights. Right Damn Now.

Get your basketball AWAY from my driveway and my lights. If you can't keep the ball in your own yard, take some classes on basketball. Same thing with your soccerball.

Really, in case you don't understand:

STAY AWAY from my Christmas Lights. Right. Damn. Now.