When I was little, I loved the Christmas trees with the colored lights in them. Our tree had white lights and I was horribly jealous of my friends who had ones with flashing and blinking colored lights because they were soooo cool.
But, during Christmas, as people would decorate their yards with plastic baby Jesuses (is that even a word?!), big plastic Santas, and the big-bulbed colored lights, my dad would start in on his hilarious ranting about the overwhelming tackiness of it all. We got the greatest kicks out of driving by the houses that showed their Christmas spirit by draping their roofs in the big golf ball sized colored lights. Every time, my dad would mutter, "Eats" under his breath in reference to how much those yards reminded him of the old school "Eat Here" type signs from back in his day. Ever since, when we drove by a house that was real good and tacky, everyone would cheer, "EATS!" and laugh about our ol' Pops.
Anyway, "Eats" was never allowed at our house.
Now, as an adult, I completely understand where my pops was coming from although even he can't deny how entertaining it is to drive by some seriously good "EATS".
However, Brent comes from the school of "Eats" and adopts a 'go big or go home' attitude when it comes to yard decorations. I've always put my foot down about not wanting to bring down our property value with those hideous colored bulbs - not only for me, but for everything my dad stood for when it came to yard decor.
But then I went and had kids.
Meet our little "EATS". I know I'm a sucker (and I'm sorry dad), but he's precious! And, when I look at it, the little kid in me gets giddy about the rainbowy glow it casts on our walls.
Also, I figure it's my way of testing the waters before I let Brent go balls to the wall and junk-up/beautify the yard with various kinds of obnoxious inflatables. Brent would love to be that house that people purposely drive by because it's so stinkin' tacky. Plus, I remember loving those colored lights so much when I was little that if the kids want to resurface the outside of our house in tacky little circus looking lights...
...then so be it! :)
2 comments:
Hee Hee, I am with your dad... I hate colored lights, inflatables and the such.... but I went and had kids and married a man who LOVES colored lights. So the outside has colored lights everywhere and they are happy!!!! I still have my white lights tree though!!!!
i love it. he would love some of our neighbors and their awesomeness. i should take pics. we actually have a house across the street in the other part of the neighborhood that has their lights in tune to a radio station (it is ridiculous-like christmas threw up in their yard)
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