Monday, December 08, 2008
We were coming home close to M's bedtime when we decided to drive around a bit looking at the lights. She sits in the backseat screeching stop daddy stop loooooooook every few moments as we careen through the darkened streets.
Look mama, they have spirit! The best houses get the moniker of Spirity Spirit!
I suggest we drive through some nicer neighborhoods, assuming the richer folks will do it up. For what it's worth that was not the case, those fancy houses were bottled up tight. Perhaps they save their cheer for the inside rather than the outside, I think as we drive. Or perhaps they are more energy conscious, the environment getting in the way of spirity spirit. In the working class neighborhoods, the ones near our house some folks have gone crazy, rooftops covered with Santa Landing Pads and bouncing Frostys and reindeer on the lawn with few baby Jesus' thrown in for good measure. Our neighborhood, while not necessarily close does seem to do it up for the holidays. Halloween was the same, folks going all out. It's kind of run down but it's perfect. This outward display of emotion generates one of my own.
Our house isn't one of those. We fall into the grinchy energy conscious camp with our one straand of low wattage holiday lights. I wonder if it matters to M. I consciously let that guilty thought pass.
The best house is the one where the folks have created a new version of the traditional two deer on the lawn. This guy has ever so creatively placed one deer mounting the other from behind. I can't help but laugh. Now that's some Spirity Spirit. We drive past and I decide his house is my favorite one.