I’m old-skool. And old.
TL;DR: Color vs. white Christmas lights. Yada, yada, yada. Color wins!
“Back in my day,” I don’t remember white lights on a Christmas tree. Everywhere I went, trees were in color. Bright, colorful lights everywhere. The family tree. The little trees in our bedrooms. My grandparents. Extended family. All multicolor.
Even when we made the cultural changeover from C7 bulbs to mini lights, Christmas was still Technicolor.
Honestly, the only questionable thing was blinking lights. Hated ’em.
I can still remember a friend’s house at Christmas. The saddest live tree, sparsely strung with one strand of blinking mini lights. Twinkling didn’t exist then. Just plain old ON. OFF. ON. OFF.
The saddest.
My mother didn’t like blinking lights either, and she made sure to pass that opinion along to an impressionable young me. Apparently it stuck.
I still dislike blinking Christmas lights. Now, one strategically placed blinking bulb among a sea of steady color can be interesting. But a whole strand? Or worse, a whole tree?
Nope.
Then I went into retail display, where suddenly everything was white lights. Trees. Wreaths. Garlands. Everywhere.
And I understood it.
It was elegant. It was simple. It was beautiful.
But at home?
Color.
For over 40 years we had a live tree covered in multicolor mini lights.
I tried white lights a few times. The year my daughter was born. The year my father died. But I always came back to color.
The nostalgia. The memories. Those nights with the room dark and the tree and garlands ablaze.
Funny enough, I always preferred white lights outside. Framing the house. Covering the bushes. Wreaths and garlands around the porch. There’s something about crisp white lights against the darkness of a winter night.
And when it snowed! The house covered in snow, with the lights glowing through that blanket of white. I used to wish I was a neighbor just so I could stare at my house from across the street.
But once you came through the front door, Christmas was in color.
When I retired, sold the house, and moved into an apartment, live trees were no longer allowed. So it was finally time for a good artificial tree.
I bought a beautiful pre-lit Balsam Hill.
With white lights.
At the time, finding a really nice pre-lit tree with colored lights was surprisingly difficult.
And honestly, I wanted pre-lit because decorating a tree had become harder. I used to spend an entire day just putting on the lights.
After years of decorating trees professionally, I was very particular. Every branch had to be wrapped. No loose wires. No cords hanging everywhere.
Martha Stewart perfect. OCD much?
Try wiring a nine-foot live evergreen that way. Then add another two days to decorate it.
A younger man’s project.
So I lived with the pre-lit white lights for a number of years.
And cursed that tree every Christmas.
Then I stumbled across True-Tone and their glorious C7 bulbs.
They cost a small fortune. I bought them anyway.
And yes, I wrapped every branch the way I always had.
And they worked their magic.
Suddenly I was looking at the Christmas trees of my childhood again.
Big glowing C7 bulbs. Red. Blue. Green. Orange. Yellow.
Color.
I remembered the little tree in my bedroom when I was a kid. I would lie in bed at night with the room dark and just stare at it, watching those colors glow against the walls.
Warm. Bright. Magical.
Decades later, I realized that was the feeling I’d been trying to recreate all along.
I guess this was supposed to be a color-vs.-white-lights post.
But apparently it turned into a trip down memory lane.
Photos:
Left: Present day — Balsam Hill tree with True-Tone C7 lights
Right: Then — live tree with multicolor mini lights