This Christmas I have noticed a definite decline in the number of "lit" houses. I didn't really know why (I haven't exactly made a scientific habit of observing holiday displays in the wild) but I was chalking it up to the economy, as opposed to the weather. The upshot of all this was that up the road at The Clampetts, it was lights out rather than Christmas in Vegas.
Alas, it was too good to be true. When I got home tonight there was enormous blow-up Santa on the lawn next to a giant candy cane, a sled, a number of other electronic doodads and rows upon rows of multicolored lights on every conceivable horizontal household surface. So much for calm and bright. I hope the astronauts in the International Space Station enjoy the show. Maybe tomorrow night they'll try landing a couple of planes in between the 8 reindeer.