My neighbors, who began setting up their Christmas lights back in October, flipped the switch and lit it up on Thanksgiving night. With apologies for the quality of the photo, which leaves a lot to be desired (although, if you click on the photo to enlarge it, more details are visible), the view:
The price of admission to today's concert is a rhyming verse expressing what you think about that.
Have a great Saturday!
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Christmas time is such a thrill,
I'm glad I'm not a Jew..
But if I did celebrate Hannukah, I could give 8 gifts to YOU!!
Gifts of gold and silver,
Food that makes you fat,
A little bit of this..
And a whole lot of THAT!!
Serena...I really love your place. It's a happy place. A beautiful place. And you make it so!!..See Ya Later SJ..xox
'Twas the month before Christmas', when all through the 'hood,
Not a creature could see shite, try as they would;
The Fitzes strung garlands on the bushes without care
For the many other people who had to live there;
Though retinas were protected behind tightly shut lids,
Neighborhood parents still were compelled to shield kids,
Not from blinding lights which offended directly,
But from the neighbors' inability to use an apostrophe correctly.
And I cut-n-pasted the first line from this source, so I can't take responsibility for the random apostrophe after Christmas, though it is rather delightful, in situ.
That's beautiful. Can you sleep at night with all those lights on?lol
tc
Thank you for the darling poem, Galen. This and that in gold and silver always works for me. LOL. I'm happy that you like my happy place.:-)
And thank YOU, Camille, for another adorable poem. I saw the apostrophe in situ, and I am stumped. Doesn't make a whole lot of sense, does it? Love your poem, though.:)
TC, if my bedroom windows faced it, I'd have to put up black-out curtains. Luckily, I'm away from the glare in my bedroom.:)
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a rhyming
verse expressing
what you think about that.
YO HO HO
YO HO HO
YO HO HO HO HO
YO HO HO HO
YO HO HO
YO HO HO HO HO
OH!
YO HO HO
YO HO HO
YO HO HO HO HO
YO HO HO HO
YO HO HO
YO HO HO HO HO!
(and NO, YO HO is not a greeting)
/t.
LOL, /t. Yo Ho says to me that a Johnny Depp sighting might be imminent. Or that P. Diddy is calling to his girlfriend.:-)
Christmas- the Musical.
Wifey: Too bad Christmas comes, but once a year…
Hubby: We’ll stretch it out, love. Have no fear.
Wifey: The lights and reindeer I so adore.
Hubby: Why stop at twelve days. When there’s much, much more.
Wifey: Twenty? Thirty? Sixty-four?
Chorus:
The lights stay on all night and day.
Christmas feeling everyday.
The electric company loves us, Yes they do. You bet.
When they send us a bill matching the national debt!
STOMP
Thanks for a delightful poem, Scary. Me like.:)
On the 60th day before Christmas
My materialistic neighbors let me see
1400 Christmas bulbs a-blinking
350 Elves a-drinking
9 reindeer rotating
8 grinches infiltrating
7 Christmas Trees a-glowing
6 tons of flock a-blowing
5 gaudy wreaths
4 neon bells
3 wise men
2 nativity scenes
And a 14 foot plastic Santa on their Chimney
OMG!!! That is such a hilarious picture. I don't rhyme much nor well. Thanks so much for sharing. I so loved it that I gave my only begotten chuckle.
holy smoke,that's a LOT of christmas lights!
VE, your poem captures the entire essence of the experience. Thanks!:)
CD, Miss is pleased that you be gotten a chuckle.:-)
I know, Rick. It sure is.:-)
I bet you can see that ridiculous sight from space. From above, it probably reads 'Yah boo to Kyoto'.
I'm no poet, but the price of admission is a rhyme, so here's one with the cynicism dial turned up to full.
‘Twas three months before Christmas and all through the store,
The shelves were all laden with garbage galore.
Cheap tinsel and tat, much chocolate and fat,
Among them, a lone cut-price Halloween bat.
The shoppers’ eyes glazed to see such devices,
Plastic and tinfoil at jewellery prices.
A tree made of something that grew in no ground,
A Santa that chuckles, big, red and round.
They spend, they buy, they store it away.
A fortune to ready themselves for The Day.
To deck out the house all in flammable frills,
Then candles, to add to those Christmas-risk thrills.
And when all is spent, the wrappings all torn,
And all of the people sit fat and forlorn,
Amid the spread wreckage of Christmas’s dinner,
The turkey’s the only one who’s looking slimmer.
Now Santa’s broad smile looks much more like a sneer,
He’s burned out, he’s run out of Christmas-time cheer,
His red suit is fading, his batteries weary,
His once cheery laughter now nothing but eerie.
While in the high towers the Suits count their money,
And give thanks to Mammon, the cash-counter’s honey,
‘Religion is wonderful’ they cry in wonder,
And fill up their pockets with seasonal plunder.
Give thought at this time to wise old Ebenezer,
The man they called Scrooge had the clever idea,
To hold back his cash from the corporate thug,
And greet every one with a cheery ‘Humbug’.
Humbugs of the season to all!
I love a good dose of cynicism, RC. Thank you for a damn fine poem!:-)
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