I'm Gleaming of a Bright Christmas
I am struck by some people's enthusiasm for Christmas decorations. Quite literally, in fact, as in early December I was snagged by someone's giant plywood candycane as I passed on the sidewalk. It was one of those front yards that I try to ignore (evidently at my own peril). It had sprouted an enormous festive flock of two-dimensional holiday cheer. Candycanes, elves, toy sacks, and all other manner of Christmas items covered the property.
There was another house I encountered a little later with a similar plywood plague. This time, it was a horde of Disney characters. How Tigger was associated with Santa was never exactly clear from the display. This homeowner definitely rivaled the first one, though, in their absolutely manic level of holiday cheer.
Now, I want to clarify that there's nothing wrong with the holidays (Christmas, Hannukah, or whichever you might choose), or, for that matter, Disney characters. Given my opinion that people are generally needlessly cruel to one another, I rather like the seasonal spirit and wishes of peace. But what I really don't understand is the way in which people like to expess it. A little decoration, sure, but... this?
There are a couple stunning houses near where Kit works; I pass these regularly while driving to pick her up. These homeowners are competing on an entirely different battleground: lights. Strand upon strand of fairy lights covering rooflines, garages, driveways, shrubbery, pets...
These are not your casual holiday decorations. This is not the blinking strand of multi-colored festive lights put up on a wintry afternoon. No, this is the serious stuff. They are going for sheer candlepower, attempting to literally outshine the neighbors. They eschew colored and blinking lights in favor of the pure white strings ("They're brighter than colored lights! We'll blind the Johnsons with these beauties!").
Late at night, the houses light up the entire street, lumens pumping from the dozens of strands of lights. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that the homeowners fiddled with the power boxes to up the voltage, just to squeeze out those few extra watts. Then they could sit back, chuckling to themselves, listening to the whirring of their spinning power meter, secure in the knowledge that their holiday cheer was the brightest. They had the most Christmas Spirit, as measured in glowing bulbs.
At one egregiously spectacular house, I even parked across the street and (purely out of scientific curiosity) found that I could easily read a book by the house's light. The place offered more lights than a smokers' bar full of desperate bachelors. It was obviously in a tough-fought battle with a house down the street and these homeowners, looking for an edge, had covered their entire front door with a grid of lights.
Last time I checked, Santa was an old man but he wasn't having any trouble locating chimneys. We don't need to outfit our houses with landing lights that rival major airports. A few well-placed strands of lights are enough to show your holiday cheer. A lit tree or menorah by the front window can be quite elegant. Instead, desperate one-upmanship is the message that I get from these excessive holiday decorations... and that isn't the Christmas Spirit to me.
Best wishes to all of my friends and acquaintances. A happy, safe, and peaceful holidays to you all!