I think I just figured out the true reason why we've always gone to England for Christmas with my parents - our lights just came to life and wrapped themselves around Chip. I couldn't even get mad at him for destroying the living room trying to get out of them. Now to figure out what was more heart wrenching during that entire fiasco - his whimpering or the girls crying because their puppy was being hurt. He wasn't actually - just a few patches of fur got torn out.