Santa Train

So there is a house on the last main road before you get to my street that must belong to a senior. Must be a man doing the decorating because a woman would show more restraint...and taste.

Think "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation." There's the Santa Train, and the Dancing Reindeer and elves, lots and lots of elves, in glorious cardboard cut out relief. And it gets busier and busier, and more outlandish every year. I actually believe I saw klieg lights yesterday.

Getting older evidently means that you lose all sense of proportion ... and shame.

Or perhaps you just realize that it's alright to indulge your whims a bit.

Wonder where I can get some dancing reindeer?