As you turn onto Hennessey Drive, the left side of the street was a blaze of lights. The row of four houses from the corner had prominently displayed on each of their roofs, a huge Rudolph with a red blinking nose, a jolly Santa bobbing and waving from his loaded sleigh, a dancing Yogi Bear and an intimating Frosty, doing his manic dance. The numerous movable elves, donkeys, birds, mushrooms, little drummer boys, frolicking children and anything else that would remotely be part of the Christmas scene, all captured the public's attention. The hundreds and hundreds of winking, blinking and flashing lights continued to dazzle the people who slowly drove by in their cars and in tour buses, all the hundreds and hundreds of people who wanted to see this amazing display and perhaps to capture a tiny bit of Christmas Spirit.
The right side of the street dimly showed home lights behind tightly curtained windows. One house stood dark and silent. No lights appeared behind tightly closed curtains or drawn blinds. It seemed as if no one was home. Across the street, the flashing lights continued to reflect off the darkened windows.
I've often wondered, how do people enjoy the comforts and peace of their own homes during this blatant display, this invasion of privacy? I love Christmas as much as the next person. I enjoy seeing a Christmas tree, decorated and lit up, by the front window. It's like seeing a lady, simply and tastefully dressed. A neighbourhood spectacle with an overdone holiday theme, becomes trashy with too much glitter and glitz. If the whole street wants to do this co-operative decorating, good for them and their holiday spirit. However, this is a form of bullying--Christmas bullying--to ignore other homeowners' wish for peace and privacy and forced to endure this light show for a few weeks. Whatever happened to common courtesy? Hey, you can put your lights up around your house and garden, but please don't overdo the flash. And, if you're a techie who knows how to synchronize the loud music with the laser lights, don't even think about it. Think of your elderly neighbours who retire early and don't appreciate seeing flashing lights bouncing off their ceilings or hearing the thumping rhythms of the music or the sound of hundreds of strange cars and tour buses, slowly navigating up and down the street.
Just seeing how one side of the street is overdressed while the other side is bare, tells a story of a divided street. Christmas is supposed to be a time of good will, cheer and joy, a spirit of give-and-take, a peaceful compromise; but the Christmas Grinch has certainly made his appearance on Hennessey Drive. The desperate flash, glitz and loud music said it all.