Neighbors & Christmas

I have a confession. I have a favorite neighbor. It's not because they are friendlier. In fact, I haven't even met them. Really, it's their house that's my favorite. Brick front, black shutters, side loading garage. They have a corner lot and the front yard is large and flat and then gently slopes down the side. Their yard is alway perfectly maintained. Super green, well cut and nary a weed, leaf or brown spot in site. I walked by today and they had decorated for Christmas. Super fail. They had white lights and green lights and red lights and blue lights. They had large bulbs and small bulbs and flashing bulbs. They had Christmas trees and snowman and, the opposite of a cherry on top, they had a large plastic santa right at the corner. Super tacky. Being a Christmas baby I feel I have the authority to judge Christmas decorations. I may have given that authority to myself, but judge them I will. In my younger years I was all for the colored lights. But in my maturity I've grown fond of the soft whites. Not those crappy newfangled bluish LED ones. But the soft yellow-white, candle-like ones. To me, white lights, green pine and red bows...that's Christmas. Makes me want to curl up in front of the tree with a cup of hot chocolate and Christmas carols. Except for maybe the carols part. As my husband will contest, music is about the only part of Christmas I'm not particularly fond of. Funny, since I married someone who will literally play it year round. Anyway, I walked by this house and was disappointed. It could have been so beautiful.