Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Twinkle

This Sunday we bundled up and completed our 7th Annual Engel Family Survey of the Christmas Crazy.

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We start out slow and subtle. Just a sweet little snowflake spinning gently from a strand of lights.

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Then things escalate quickly.

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Nearly each house in the neighborhood had a stanza from "A Visit from St. Nicholas", which is way, way longer than I thought. 

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You think you like hockey? Have you transformed your front lawn into a Christmas-themed hockey rink?

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Do you have illuminated hockey sticks on the roof of your house? Yeah, I didn't think so.

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You think you like the Lakers? See above.

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Dash noted that this animatronic bear was drumming "suspiciously slowly."

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You think you like Star Wars? OK, I'll stop.

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This kind Santa kept exclaiming that he had lost the Naughty List, which heartened Dash quite a bit.

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However this Santa will dunk on your ass.

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OK, I think we've established that I fucking love Christmas. I mean, I really, really love Christmas. I start thinking about Christmas in August. And by "thinking about Christmas," I mean actively making lists, designing our cards & planning the invitations and menus for our many annual end-of-year gatherings. There are spreadsheets (multiple) involved. I mean, I don't honestly think I've ever met anyone in person who loves Christmas as much as me. But then this guy built a full-size, working carousel on his front lawn.

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Also (same house, same lawn) this gingerbread house that is bigger than my first apartment. So. You know, touche, dude.

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We were trying to figure out if this was a mistake or a prank? Either way, "Ho Oh Ho" to you, too, good people.

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Sure, Ronald Reagan on a tractor. Why not?

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Sure, a pair of Mr. & Mrs. Claus Pez dispensers (with moving heads, naturally). Also why not?

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Dash approves.

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All right Wakefield residents, you crazy beautiful bastards, we'll see you next year. Merry Christmas.

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