This year Rich made me pinky swear that he could decorate the front of the house for Christmas. Normally I do it. I try to create a neat and organized, nice little display. Not sure what Rich might do, I double pinky sweared him not to make our house look like the redneck house down the street where they have a 1/2 dozen blow up things in their yard. He loves it. I, on the other hand......well, next year it's my turn again. :)Here's Rich's Christmas light tree. He used the trunk of our tree out front, somehow attached the lights to the tree and the ground. The star on the tree is just a wadded up glob of lights. It's artistic, yet hideous.
As you can see, he strung lights up over the bushes on the left side of the window and ignored the bushes on the right side of the window. What? They don't deserve lights?
To top it all off, the lights are on some kind of psychedelic, LSD, seizure - esque flashing rotation. He starts out slow and gradually builds to a frantic flash pace. If you stare too long, you just might go blind.
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