There is a house in my neighborhood that has to hold the record for christmas decorations in their yard. The neighborhood I live in has one road in and out so we can't avoid this eyesore.
I swear, they have every inflatable, plastic, lit up, wire formed, animated yard decoration that has ever been manufactured. It looks like K-Mart threw up in their yard.
They have enough lights on the house, bushes, trees, eaves, roof, fence to signal the mothership into a safe landing from any galaxy in the universe. The glow from their house rivals the light beam coming from the pyramid in Las Vegas, except the glow more resembles the afterglow of a nuclear blast than a beam shooting into space.
There is a slide show, with music, projecting onto their garage. Since we live in Hooterville, it's the closest thing we have to a drive-in theater so our Saturday nights aren't so boring.
And, the theme, if you can call it a theme, seems to be something of a hybrid between ultra religious reverence to the miracle of the virgin birth and the miracle of 1960's children's christmas TV specials. Everyone is present and accounted for, frosty, rudolph, the grinch, the chipmunks, that little elf that wanted to be a dentist, little tiny baby jesus, mary, and joseph, the wise men, candy canes, some camels, a donkey, and a polar bear wearing a santa hat.
About all that is missing, that I can see, is the guy who was always yelling at Alvin the chipmunk.
I think I'll go find my plastic santa head and stick on the front door and call it done.