It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, ain’t it?

There’s an intense quantity of Christmas lights on my block.
The house across the street blinks on and off every ten seconds.
Next door on the left has the trees outside hung with ornaments and lights (as well as the windows, the front door, and the porch.)
The other side has lights strung up the walkway with electric, shiny snow, and the other neighbors across the street go for the white, waterfall look.
A few doors up, there are no lights, no sparkles, no nothing–except for a wire and light-framed reindeer whose motorized head slowly turned from side to side. Walking late with the dog I thought I was tripping.