Why ARE they waving at me? As the countdown to Christmas starts in on the last couple of weeks, the yard art is in full frenzied, lit up tacky display. We made it over to the street in Tewksbury where the entire street appears to have been infected by the lack of taste and the light bulb overkill of the first house (Remember that one? With lights on every single square inch of roofline? And toy soldiers lined up to bring. . .Peace on Earth?) At any rate, I thought it would be fun to share with you the tacky days of Christmas. Not quite the same as Vietnam tacky, but nonetheless, a classic bit of New England in December.
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