December 07, 2008
I know that a number of Americans used to live in this house and the one next door. None of you were around then, during the Second World War, but I'm sure the thought of Yanks living so precipitously near must keep you awake at night. The scent that Americans have - marshmallows, diet Pepsi, and coconut sun cream - could have permeated into your yards. They were so close - oversexed, overpaid and over here. Yet you kept the Americanness at bay, you fought it off with the same bravado you faced staring down the Blitzkrieg.
Then I came along.
And you were good. You had courage. You hugged your partners in the dark corners of your homes and offered courage to each other. You told yourselves that the world had moved on, you could do this, you could accept*.
I behaved myself. I behaved myself so well that you became convinced that the presence of a foreigner amongst your midst - and previously the only foreigner in this area was a Welshman, and I don't think he counts as truly foreign here - was actually an ok thing. Sure, the strange American had her Fourth of July parties. Indeed there was that temporary scare with a shipping container in the front garden, a container you worried more Americans would appear into and live their lives in bumpkin joy in your area. Yes, she and her English partner adopted a dog with the sense of a walnut. And we all survived the scandal of the American being pregnant with not one but two babies, all while being scandalously unmarried.
The shock. The horror. You were all so, so brave.
You had no idea, did you? You couldn't have known. Never in a million years did you foresee the sheer, unimaginable atrocity soon to land on your doorsteps.
Because the tasteful American and her English partner decorated last night. Their Christmas tree is lovely, an ode to constraint and taciturnity. Strings of red and white lights and an assortment of silver bells and glass balls only, this year Angus got the tree of his dreams.
Thank God you didn't see the absolute riot of decorations Helen had on the tree last year. Reindeer, snowmen, and, for reasons known only to Helen, an ornament in the shape of a s'more. You've been spared that, and for that you are grateful.
Even the decorating committee are pleased.
Thankfully the decorating committee are also wholly uninterested in the tree.
But that's inside the house. Inside the house taste, decorum, and sensibility reign. It's an homage to Victorian Christmas inside.
Outside it's all Vegas, baby.
The snowmen went up. We're talking 500watts of pure, blinding American cheese, brought to you courtesy of Helen's gauche family. You will be able to see the Great Wall of China and Helen's snowmen from space.
Add in the other Christmas tree we put up and the icicle lights we wrapped around the porch and the house is a tribute to Vegas, Santa-style.
On our road with no streetlights we light this fucker up, my friends. The good news is everything is on a timer so that we won't light things up too long. It's also on a motion sensor because these are lights and this is Angus, and he has ways he wants to do things. That and our carbon footprint is big enough, really.
We know you're worried about your property values and we're here only to help.
Love,
Angus and Helen.
* All of our neighbors are actually really cool (ok, there's one family we hate, but everyone on the street hates them too). Our neighbors grinned when they saw our yard. The one exception is the woman across the street, who's currently in Cambodia for a week and I am watching her cat. She's very very posh and we think won't be overjoyed about the decorations, but in her usual stiff-upper-lip style she'll grin and bear me.
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