(I'll have to just describe it since a photo really doesn't even begin to capture the full effect.)
I'm looking out my kitchen window through my back yard, as I often do, while I'm fixing or cleaning up dinner. For some strange reason, my eyes always seem to focus in on one particular neighbor's lights. The house is on the corner, through the block, but it is the only thing I can seem to see because it is so (hmm, what would be a polite term for obnoxious?) obvious.
I see some lights. Lots of lights. Lots and lots of blue and silver lights, blinking off and on in some weird sort of random pattern that makes no sense whatsoever.
(Actually, now that I look at it, it isn't so many lights, just how they are flashing.)
It almost looks like the mother ship has landed. I've never seen anything like it.
(Beam me up, Scotty. And then bring me back when Christmas is over.)
Now I feel guilty for being mean. I'll have to make them some raisin cookies to make up for it.