in celebration of the cantata...

These are the lights in front of Madame Fabu's house. These are NOT Madame Fabu's lights. They are merely.... in front of her house. Why you ask? (as does she...) Well because they were placed there by an overly zealous holiday cheer meister with no sense of the aesthetic or neighborly boundaries and bush etiquette. But, you look at these lights and you say...but these are not that bad. And yes gentle readers, this was my first reaction as well. Because I missed


the giant plastic santa who is apparently strangling a reindeer next to the two (added in for this display only) small american flags. Dare I ask, is that a very small gravestone behind the flag?

Still, at first glance, I thought maybe Madame Fabu was having one of her OCD spells about this issue. When she first told us about the display she would twitch, and sadly I know her well enough to know that she wasnt joking when she said a) she redecorates those bushes in her mind a hundred times a night and b) Senor Fabu had to hide the wire cutters from her to keep her out of jail for christmas. So I thought it would be bad. Plus I admit that it has to be getting to her that Princess Fabu must stop and recite the pledge of allegiance in its entirety at the top of her lungs EVERY TIME SHE WALKS PAST. (to the point that when Madame is unloading the car in the evenings, she sends princess on ahead to get a jump start on the pledge.)

But Friday night (see previous post for crse status friday night) as we dropped her off, through a drunken blur the problem became crystal clear. THE LIGHTS ARE HIDEOUS. I dont know why I couldnt tell before but for some reason it was glaringly obvious in my vodka (yager, stoli and cheap draft beer) haze that there are at least three different displays mashed together in some hideous christmas train wreck. Which is why I did not feel bad that Madame Fabu drunkenly maulled the bushes and tore down lights looking for the control bulb on her way in the house....