We went for a drive this evening to look at Christmas lights in our neighborhood. Well, not only our neighborhood. We tried the higher-rent areas immediately adjacent to us first. They had some funny stuff in Sterling Heights, and some brightly-lit weirdness in Fairway Estates. Then we drove to where the real money lives, down by the water front on Santa Barbara Drive. What a disappointment. These are huge, multi-million dollar homes, and there were about 6 houses in as many blocks with any kind of holiday display.
We went down there in search of the mother-load of light-up Frosty the Snowman figures. Hannah had started counting them, and was up to 40 by the time we drove down by the water. Most disheartening. We found only two Snowmen, and one of those was a ply-wood cut out that didn't light up at all.
Me: Forget these lazy rich people. Let's go back to our neighborhood. Poor people have something to prove with their Christmas light displays.
That plan was a success. We were able to make it to 50 snowmen before we got to our street. There were easily ten houses in those last 6 or 8 blocks going home with light displays that must double their typical electricity usage. Nothing says "Happy Birthday, Jesus!" like a $300 bill from Progress Energy.