Monday, September 24, 2012

Christmas across the street...

You know the expression the grass is always greener on the other side………well it literally is at my neighbors house. 

What do they put on that stuff?

I love my neighbor…she is my friend…but I tell you their place is beautiful.

  Our house is nice, it’s a small two story that sits a little off the road. It’s brown, of course because I live with all men, husband and two boys, so I gave up many years ago and we have brown cedar siding and brown walls inside.

 Picture a cave.

  My mom came over to look at something new I had bought and she literally said “I can’t see in here…it is so dark”.  Which completely serves my purpose of hiding the dirt and dust.

Sorry, I got side tracked.

Anyway, my friend lives across the street.  She also has a two story house,
much bigger,
creamy white siding,
  further off the road because she has a beautiful pond in front of her house.
Imagine something like this, without the tree blocking the house and even prettier.

.  You see what I’m saying?

  True story….I received a phone call one day and it was a girl and this is what she said. “Mrs. Tucker, this is so and so from the annual staff.  Every year we take group Senior pictures using someones’ porch.”
And I’m thinking…Wow, I really don’t think my porch is big enough but I’m so flattered that they are calling me….
then she said…”So Mrs. Tucker, could you tell me who lives across the street from you?”

You see what I’m saying?

  Now, imagine at Christmas with the whole house outlined in white icicle lights and green wreaths on all the windows, beautiful right?  Then imagine this whole beautiful sight reflected in the pond.

  It looks like a Norman Rockwell painting.

  I’m telling you that I could stand butt naked in my yard and no one would ever see me.
  Every Christmas there are people who drive by just to see their house.  They slooooowly drive by and I see the back of their heads.  Then they go down the road just a little bit and turn around and they slooooowly drive by again, and again, the back of their heads.
I tried, I really did but I couldn’t reach the top of the dormers, my roof is too steep, never enough lights, not organized at all, yada, yada, yada. 

And then there was the year that my boys, bless their hearts, surprised me.

  I came home one day and they were so excited because they had fixed the house up with Christmas lights.


They had hung colored lights all over the house that blinked along with the tune of the Christmas song that they were playing.
  Imagine randomly placed colored lights dancing to the tune of “Grandma got run over by a reindeer”.

Well, if you can’t compete just go in the opposite direction.

Well, that’s all I’ve got to say so I better go so I can start taking the Christmas lights down….heehee….Open-mouthed.
Have a great day.