The MIDI sounding ones… With blue lights. They blink to the music.
Jingle Bells, Oh Holy night, Frosty the Snowman, Deck the Halls, and Hark the Herald Angels Sing… In that order, as far as I can tell.
They’re not exactly normal people, if you couldn’t tell. They dislike us, as one of my roommates once dated her boyfriend (and by chance she moved in next door), though I don’t think that the extremely late christmas decorations (with noise) are directed at us… I think it’s just their nature.
Perhaps the decorations in question ought to meet wit’ a liddle “accident” some early, early morning–I’m just sayin’…
Seriously, that’s foul… I got very irritated at being subjected to crooner Xmas music in my local coffee spot on January 4th and the staff and other patrons agreed with me and we got the station changed tout de suite. This is just some torture from one of the lower rent sections of hell…
They’re still playing the music?! That’s just nasty.
Hopefully, they’re not like my old neighbors who had their Christmas lights up for 2 1/2 years. At least they just hung from the eaves of the roof and they never turned them on.
Call your local police and report a violation of the city noise ordinances.
Cops spend a lot of time in donut shops, and are even more sick of Xmas music than you are. They will make it clear to this neighbor that this is not a proper thing to do.
They turn them off through most of the day… so turning them on is a conscious decision… not just extreme lazyness.
And it is 6pm right now… they’re not on yet, thankfully.
I may call the cops, but we’re the only house next door to them on this side of the street (they’re on a corner and the house around the corner has a door on the far side… so it obviously wouldn’t be them calling) and I don’t want to start a neighborhood war with the rednecks… They once took dog shit and put it on our steps because they were convinced my roommate’s dog was shitting in their yard (it wasn’t… my roommates are good about cleaning up after their dog)… and the cops were called in that case… and combined with the strange ex of my roommate situation… I’m not sure what to do.
This sounds like grounds for taking them down yourself when they are not home and leaving just a bulb and a fish wrapped up in newspaper on their porch for them to find.
A bazillion years ago, when I was a bank teller, I had the job of emptying out the ATMs. I had a desk about the size of a placemat to work on. In December of that year, the assistant manager decided to tape up some Xmas cards that customers and other branches had sent us. They were taped to the light over my desk. When new cards came in, they were taped to the cards above. Soon enough, they were hanging all the way down to the desk, actually touching it. This made the size of my work area about the size of belt. It made work nearly impossible.
So one day I got frustrated enough with the situation that I ripped all of the cards down and threw them in the trash. The assistant manager went ballistic. “Why you did that? That very wrong! You pay for! You pay for! You have no right! You put back up right now! I tell manager! You in big trouble!” She was livid. I swear she was ready to fire me.
I calmed her down enough to explain my side if the story. “Jean”, I said, “You see, in America, we have a slightly different custom. Our ways may seem strange to you, but when in Rome and all that. You see, our strange custom is this: It’s goddam April, bitch!”
You know, this whole situation with your neighbors could be solved by a couple of carefully placed but firm snips with a needle-nose pliers. The ones with rubber insulated handles work best.
I don’t believe they had them on last night… for the first time in ages… Though right after Christmas they had them off for a day or two also. I hope this is the end of it.
There is some stupid commercial that comes on with Christmas music (I think it’s for those Christmas hampers - Cosco? Chriscraft? I dunno) and when I heard that commercial for the first time in January, I was ready to go all Elvis on the television. What I’m saying is, I feel your pain, Clayton. I’m not much for confronting neighbours and such, but I think I might just snip the ends off their plugs some cloudy night.
