My Husband's Big Snoopy Christmas Lights: They're BAAAAACK....!!!

Last year, I posted the tragic tale of my husband's insistence on a strand of big, bright multi-colored lights on our house. Seeking sympathy, I described the delicate white lights on everybody ELSE'S house in the neighborhood, the tasteful wreaths and perfectly-tied red ribbons -- the look that says, "We celebrate Christmas with style." Whereas our house's style screams "Clowns live here!" or "Big Sale Tonight!" or something...

When I say, "NObody else has had lights like that since 1972," he says, "They still make 'em."
When I say, "I wanted lights that say 'christmas,' not CHRISTMAS!!!" he says, "They do."
When I say, "These look like Snoopy lights!" he says, "And your point is...?"

Yet the responses here last year not only supported Husb's point of view, but actually encouraged him. This year, he even got a fancy pole to help him hook 'em up there. Let's just say that when my piano students come to our house, NONE of them say, "I like your lights!" or anything even remotely similar... They tactfully offer no comment.

So I hold all of you, who took his side last year, complicit in the perpetuation of this embarrassing, overly-colorful assault on good taste.

And I give you all one more opportunity to weigh in here: tasteful white lights, or BIG bright "they still make 'em" Snoopy lights? Do not disappoint me... If you do, and if it's true they "still make 'em," it'll only get worse next year...

Redstone

sad ass looking bag slung over his shoulder but the best part is my Snoopy didn't make through quality control at the factory because he looks like he's got a really bad 5 o'clock shadow you can only see when you turn it on, we fondly refer to him as "Wino Snoopy"

That would complete the whole "look" on our house. (We don't have a light-up Snoopy, just big lights that remind me of Snoopy's decorated doghouse in the "Charlie Brown Christmas" special.)

My family has held on to several working strings of big, bright colored lights from my dad's childhood. We do also have several strings of small colored lights as well. I know they still make plenty of strings of outside colored lights, perhaps just not quite as big or as easily breakable as the traditional ones!

For me personally, it's colored lights or no lights. Colored lights just feel so much happier and inviting; they're so much more "Christmas" to me. I've always found white lights to be bland and boring; I never like looking at Christmas lights in the upscale neighborhoods that insist on uniformly unremarkable white lights on every house. I feel an odd connection to any house I see sporting some big, bright ones. So I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to support your husband on this one. :-)

I say, if you're going to go over the top, then really go over the top-- Snoopy lights!

For the record, you can go crazy with white lights too. My parents jumped on the white light craze like electricity was free. I wish I had a picture, but I can remember how excited my dad was the first year we hit the 10,000 light mark. Plus, wreaths with spotlights, candles in every window, and a tree with white lights in the front window to complete the look. Here were my directions to the house, "turn left, and when you see a house that you would be embarrassed to visit, pull in... and welcome to the house of the midnight sun."

Tacky is just part of the fun! :)

I chose to forgo the lighting of the roof, the garage, the driveway, the chimney, the tree in front, my head ........

Yes, I'd say this is a very tasteful display. Subdued, even. Respectful.

Dare I say it? Classy.

And NO .... we are NOT clowns.

At least I'm not.

(I just noticed .... the window candles need orange lights ... not those shitty white ones.)

seems small :)

Plus, I've observed that people who use the word "classy" generally aren't. :P

on top of the boat since lots of folks come around the marina to see the boat lights. Two weeks later a rather healthy storm came up, and all night long I could hear the reindeer galloping around on top of my boat. In the morning there were pieces of reindeer everywhere. Ever since that night I have stuck to one wreath with colored lights on my front hatch. Period. Maybe you could convince your husband to decorate one year his way, and the next year your way?

I'm a reg-yu-luh sanny clawz.