Christmas Lights From Stranger Things Novels & Stories

The lights go out. Fuck!

The way Puck once stole an entire pizza off the counter while we were kissing in the hallway. After breakfast, Lila dragged us outside. She had a plan. A “10-year light ceremony,” she called it, pronouncing each word like she’d rehearsed it in front of the mirror. She’d spent the entire week collecting every spare string of fairy lights she could find—some from the attic in dusty boxes labeled “Dorm Era,” some borrowed from neighbors with promises of cookies in return, one ancient flickering strand from my mom’s house that still worked every third bulb if you jiggled the plug just right.

VENUS It’s Christmas, and my room looks like it’s been taken over by festive chaos. Sid is standing on a chair, arms stretched as she tries to secure a string of warm fairy lights along the curtain rod, muttering under her breath every time one slips. I’m on the bed, wrapping silver tinsel around the headboard and taping it down before it can slide off again. Red and gold baubles hang from the lampshade, clinking softly whenever Sid bumps into it, which is often.

The different colours of lights that change every now and then on the trees look magical, that even the animals and insects at night are bewitched by it. It is the month of December. It is an old custom at the Williams estate to have the trees near the castle and along the paths or road to have it decorated with christmas lights. It is like the festival of lights.

White Christmas trees that were chest-height and lit up brightly could be found on either side of the road every ten yards or so. They were like a beacon that followed them the entire drive. Even the security gate and stone fence were decorated: each gate had a wreath hanging on it and the walls seemed to have luminescent icicles hanging on them. “A little over-the-top?” James asked to no one in particular. “Yeah,” Eliza whispered. “Are you kidding me,” Matt burst out excitedly as the house came into view and they could see the Santa Clause display on the lawn, the elves, and all the colorful lights around the house itself. “It’s freakin’ awesome!”

The three gave me approving nods but I do not know what I was supposed to do. Just then, glimmering lights started to materialize before our eyes, crystal blues, and sapphire red, lush green and silver whites. It was the tinkers that appeared. Their appearance was a magical scene that is enough to leave the mouths of its spectators with jaws drop. I reached out my hand to one of the lights and as it bounces from my finger it bumps into the other lights creating a chain reaction and producing sparkling dusts.

A man stood on her front porch railing… A big man… So tall she couldn’t see his head or shoulders as he reached for something on the roof. She edged closer to the fireplace and the brass poker resting against the wall. She might be alone, but she wasn’t helpless. Starlight gripped the poker and made her way closer to the window. Well, the man wasn’t armed, he had no weapon... He had a large coil of Christmas lights hanging around his shoulder. A thief hanging Christmas lights? She didn’t drop the poker, but her hit-first-ask questions-later instinct wavered.

Enveloping the cold night, I began to walk miles from my house to nowhere in particular not minding the fact that Mr Strange could be anywhere. The cold streets were filled with people despite the night fall. An obvious preparation for Christmas was starting to take place. I walked through a place that was decoratively filled with Christmas lights which were hung above the street lights. Not long after and I decided it was best I returned back home, the distance shops were beginning to lock up already and barely people were seen.

I draw a circle on the color palette and turn the lights on. Now, Jamie’s clown face is brightened up by vibrant lights that blinks and change colors rapidly. “Almost forget to turn your light bulbs on.” I said, pointing at the phone screen, “Do you want to add some music?” Jamie gives the blinking fairy lights wrapped around his neck a weird glance, “These light bulbs sing?” “Hell yeah.” I read as I swipe down the list, “There’s Christmas carols on the playlist——Silent Night, We Three Kings, The First Noel…”

She Sprinted off immediately after her words, not bothering to look behind. *** When the house finally came into view, Raven was marveled. It was ablaze in flashing, multicolored lights that illuminated everywhere. Since it was dusk, the lightening wasn’t in its full glory. “Wow.” France looked back at Raven, her awestruck expression bathed in twinkling lights. “Mum refused to take down the Christmas decorations,” he exposed. “Oh.”