Christmas in Brooklyn means that it’s time to decorate one’s home in the most nonsensical way with cheap lights.* Here is the mecca of all things craptastic Christmas displays, Dyker Heights. Somewhere, a landscape designer is crying at the horrific nature of these yards.
A house so complicated and meaningless that we needed an close-up shot of it’s outlandish display of Christmas cheer on the 20 foot wide property.
We are SO glad that our grandparents no longer live on the main block where all of the lights are — those Christmas Eve traffic jams of people looking at lights are not fun. That said, if we ever hit the Mega Millions we’d totally buy a house on the main strip of Dyker Heights lights. We’d plaster the house with flood lights from cellar to roof. People want lights, we’ll show them lights.**
*Some dumb guido who is too stupid to realize that they are the direct descendants of the ancient Roman slaves and not the ancient Roman dynastic families read that and said, “Look at this f*ckin’ guy.” You know you said it out loud and to yourself.
**Our thinking is a far cry from the lone Buddhist family that lives in the middle of all the Dyker Heights lights craziness. They choose to simply display a small Buddha in their front garden.
