Not far from where I live, there’s a street where most of the residents really go to town with their outdoor lighting.
Of course, it’s all a matter of personal taste, but some of it is… well… not so good as other parts - some people seem to have a natural flair for arranging things, others just seem to plaster it up.
But it’s all jolly and bright, and fun to wander along and look at, in this depressingly-mild Night Before Christmas Eve.
Except for one thing. In every single case, messages spelt out with rope light on a wire framework are incomprehensible - I mean, you can tell from the overall shape that most of them are meant to be ‘Merry Christmas’ - but there’s one - no amount of squinting and blinking can make it work.
It says ‘Jeremy Xmas’ - whichever way you look at it, it says ‘Jeremy Xmas’
I took a photo on my phone, but didn’t realise how poor it was until I returned home - I’m going to sneak out again later with a better camera, I think…
But for now, Jeremy Xmas, everybody! and a Harry Newyear.
