He who has the most Christmas decorations wins!



I have no idea what he and/or she wins but I am sure it is something. At one time, not very long ago, I thought my beautiful Aunt Ann (Hi Aunt Ann!!) had this prize in the bag. Then there was the house in Gloucester that I thought had the prize in the bag, turns out I was wrong there too.

Come to find out the guy who has the prize in the bag has been working on getting his Christmas lights up since (drum roll please) August 4th. A.U.G.U.S.T.4.TH!!!! He told me the other night that he did not finish the last thing until December 10th but he lit them anyway on Thanksgiving night as is his tradition. I would have loved to have followed in CBW's foot steps and interviewed the guy but as it was there was people milling all about and he was rather busy. I did get a chance to say hello and let him know that his display was one of the most amazing things I had ever seen.

Even as am adult I felt like a child there, not knowing which direction to look first, being amazed at every turn, and just having that feeling of candy canes, hot chocolate and foot deep snow in my heart.

What I loved more than anything is that this gentleman (his name is Jim Poulos by the way) and his lovely wife Annie remembered to keep Christ in Christmas! You could see it in many of the displays.

I can't tell you how many photos I took but I posted 94 of them on Facebook and sharing only a handful or 4 here for you to enjoy. Might I suggest if you are in the area you go take a look at this for yourself, it is too amazing for photos to do it any kind of justice.

I hope each and every one of you has a very Merry Christmas and the happiest of New Years.
xoxoxoxo
Re.















Comments

Country Girl said…
Oh, these are glorious! Merry Christmas to you ~
December 20, 2011 at 10:22 AM
Daryl said…
How amazing .. and so very Christmas-y .. Happy Christmas to you my dear Re .. hope its filled with joy and peace
December 20, 2011 at 10:25 AM
Chesapeake Bay Woman said…
The pig is my absolute favorite, followed closely by the green truck, then the ark. I have to see this in person next year.
December 20, 2011 at 6:45 PM
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