I’ve never been much of a decorate the lawn and house type of person. I think of weird things like all that stuff taking up coveted garage space 11 months out of the year.
My parents used to live on one of those streets that everyone decorated yards, houses, dogs and cats. During the holidays a steady stream of traffic poured through the neighborhood to take it all in.
Certain streets gain reputations for decorating fervor. Every town has one. I’m just not wanting to live in that neighborhood. Burgundy lane in Alexandria, Virginia for instance is the home of every inflatable Christmas decoration ever made.
One by one the houses in our new neighborhood began to decorate. It started with our neighbor to the left us. The pressure began to build as husband after husband armed himself with lighted electrical wire and climbed a tall ladder.
I told the kids if one more house gave in and decorated that they (the kids) would have to staff a 24 hour living nativity in our front yard.
And now our neighbor to the right of us has gone and decorated his house.
The kids are not going to be happy.