Safety Compromised for Santa's Name

Anybody close to me, knows who the Battles are. They are my other family. The best way to explain Kareem and Laura is that they are like a big brother and sister, thus making their two adorable sons, my nephews. They have treated me like part of the family in every aspect, and welcomed me into many traditions, my favorite of which may be their Bacon Western Cheeseburgers. One tradition that I joined in on way back when I was in high school, is helping to put up the Christmas lights. I have missed a couple of years but because Kareem gets more and more ambitious every year, I had to come prepared. We tried some new things which turned out great but with every great accomplishment, comes great sacrifice (or whatever that cheesy saying is). Picture this: Kareem out on a ledge jetting off of his 3 year old sons room, while I am wedged between a toy ambulance and a miniature table, handing him the supplies through a 2x2 window, whilst holding his clothing to make sure he does not fall. Meanwhile, downstairs Christmas tunes are blaring while Laura and the kids set up the tree. I kept thinking, they wouldn't be so jolly if they knew how close they were to losing a family member upstairs. All Kareem wanted was a light frame around the second story window and he was pretty willing to take any drastic measure to get that done. After 2 trips to CVS and 30 perimiter calculations later, the house was better than any in the neighborhood, with a perfect light frame around the upstairs bedroom. The best part: Kareem is alive.

Here is the final product (even though it doesn't do it justice):