Maybe it's just me, but I saw something last month that was wrong... just wrong.
While driving Gunnar home from the last AWANA before Christmas, we took a detour through a different neighborhood to look at Christmas lights. We always want to go by one house in particular. There must be at least 20 tall Douglas fir trees on the lot and the owner wraps all the trunks in multi-colored Christmas lights, up as high as his extension ladder will reach. It's beautiful. Very magical looking.
Then we drove by the wrong house.
I didn't have a camera with me, so you'll have to use your imagination.
The house itself is just your typical cookie-cutter spec house, the most prominent design feature being the garage door, which was lit up by several neon colored flashing spotlights, shining purple, orange, red and teal up the front of the house and into the sky.
To the left of the driveway several elves were cavorting on a ferris-wheel and a "yo-yo" type carnival ride (swings, going in a circle around a pole). There was an inflatable merry-go-round, lit from within, in a perpetual snow-storm. But the elves couldn't ride it, because they were too big... way too big. An enormous inflatable snowman, also lit from within, towered over the merry-go-round, threatening to fall on it. The three white reindeer had retreated to the front porch.
The garage door was framed with purple and orange lights, and led the viewer's eye to the other side of the yard, which displayed a cartoonish, glowing, inflatable manger scene with - I kid you not - a gigantic, leering Santa looming above it in a hot-air balloon.
Suddenly our house, with its "belt" of icicle lights, (which I thought lent it all the grace and loveliness of a hippo in a tutu) didn't look so bad after all.