Walking around my neighborhood, and especially thinking of one particularly obnoxious example, I came to the conclusion that there are three basic Christmas decorating styles. (Yes, I was avoiding thinking about Congressional shenanigans, 1 am votes, and all that junk.)
1. Classic. Predominantly white or multi-colored lights. Green wreaths, usually red bows. Maybe, if someone’s getting a little crazy, you might get a white or gold bow. Predictable, but lovely. That’s the front of my house, below; I went with the Williamsburg-esque greens-and-fruits pattern, wreaths on upper windows, etc.
2. Fun. Usually multi-colored lights. Sometimes strange colors. Often inflatables. Waving polar bears. At the extreme, you get the houses with the “Tune in to 107.9 for synchronized music!” signs and the four-digit December power bill. (That’s my backyard below. As my husband said, it’s kind of mullet decorating: business out front, party out back. Diva lobbied hard for purple lights, so we bought some really cheap ones, but they turned out to be more pink… which upset her not the least little bit.)
3. I just like messing with people. Ok, yes, maybe these people are Jewish, so they prefer white and blue decorations for the holidays. Maybe they just like blue. I don’t know. But these lights suck your eyes out. Neither the DH nor I can- I am not joking- focus on these things. These are worse than the blue incandescents, worse even than the “white” but actually very blue LED’s. I do not understand why there hasn’t been a nightly pile-up in front of that house, caused by drivers distracted by trying to focus on those ligths. (The camera focused better than I can; it doesn’t do it justice. It also doesn’t show that the snowflakes flash at the speed of dancefloor lights.)
Someone down the street from my parents did a whole 15-foot evergreen in these. My dad referred to it as the “soul-sucking black hole tree.” The next week, they added a spiral wrap of white, which caused my dad to upgrade its status to something like “the whirling vortex of soul-sucking death tree.”
I’m not criticizing, just commenting. They’re strangely addictive. You just have to stare at them.