MR. BRIGHTLIGHTS

Verse 1 He’s out in the shed, Blueprints laid out and a glow in his eye. “Is that safe?” she said, As sparks fly past and he tightens a tie. Five meters tall, A Ferris wheel frame, For teddy bears only, but wild just the same. She’s checking the budget, already in pain, But he’s adding more lights to the candy cane. Chorus He’s Mr. Brightlights, the king of the scene, She’s got receipts and a fire extinguisher clean. “We’ve got three kids, a fridge on the fritz, And you’re wiring reindeer to do backflips?” But the neighbourhood’s near and the cameras are live, He’s on the roof with a grin and a power drive. She’s the reason it doesn’t all burn down at night, And he’s chaos and glitter, he’s Mr. Brightlights. Verse 2 The 3-year-old’s climbing the wheel from below, The 5-year-old’s taped fairy lights to the hose. The teen’s making memes of the setup gone wrong, While Mum just keeps sipping and humming a song. He’s rerouted mains through a broken rice cooker, She’s muttering, “This year’s display needs a booker.” He shouts, “It’s Kiwi, it’s crafty, it’s genius design,” She replies, “It’s a lawsuit waiting to shine.” Chorus He’s Mr. Brightlights — and she’s full of dread, Counting the digits in glowing bright red. There’s elves doing donuts in a remote-control sleigh, The teddy’s flung off — but he yells, “That’s okay!” He’s all in for wonder, she’s watching the cost, Adding up the magic, the chaos, the frost. But the laughter is loud and the kids are all right, So she rolls her eyes, then hugs him tight. Bridge Fifteen years since they lit up their lawn, With a motorised moose and a Santa that yawned. Now with kids and a wheel built from scrap, They still end each December with a laugh and a clap. Final Chorus He’s Mr. Brightlights, mad with a drill, She’s the glam behind every mechanical thrill. They’re chaos and calm, the dream team of night, Powered by candy floss, tinsel, and spite. So bring your bear, let the madness begin, There’s no quiet Christmas whe