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Holiday Neighbors

One of the joys of married life is figuring out how to celebrate the holidays together. Sure, we've both individually celebrated holidays before, but now we have a family of our own. We get to decide if we go anywhere for Memorial Day, we decide what kind of candy to pass out on Halloween, we figure out what to have for Thanksgiving dinner, and so on. Yes, some of that is a matter of having our own place, but even so, we're starting our own traditions.

Take last year, for example. For Halloween, we wanted to make sure that kids knew that we were passing out Halloween candy, so we put up this bad boy on our door:
That's like a bright orange bat symbol for trick or treaters
It was simple, but it got the job done. We had little kids knock on our door, and I passed out candy. In fact, the Mild Wife says I looked pretty happy doing it (there was a picture of the occasion, but I can't find it for the life of me).

I seem to remember being the only ones in our corner of the apartment complex, though. I don't remember tons of decorations, nor do I remember hearing knocks on other doors.

This year, however, is different. We have a couple of different neighbors now, and they seem to have fully embraced the holiday spirit. I saw all sorts of decorations for Halloween this year. There were decorations on doors, colorful green and purple stakes in the ground, cotton spiderwebs all over the fixtures, and all manner of Halloween-related paraphernalia. It was pretty cool to see.

Of course, this was also the year when the Halloween flight happened, and the Mild Wife was also unavailable. As cool as it was to see, the Mild Wife and I were out of the game. We were the slackers this year. And I swear, our neighbors kept adding more and more stuff every day, as if silently trying to peer pressure us into joining in on the holiday cheer.

Now, I would have been amused by all that, but I probably wouldn't have written a blog post about it. Sure, the neighbors put up more decorations than us, but that's not really a story. There's no punchline. It's just how the circumstances played out this year.

However, they didn't stop there. It seems like our neighbors are really getting into the swing of things, so they're keeping up the momentum. They didn't just stop with Halloween, they jumped right into Christmas decorations. Yes, Christmas. It's not even the middle of November yet, but there are Christmas lights up around here. They just up and skipped a major holiday, for the sake of putting up decorations.

The funniest bit, to me at least, is that they're still at it with the arms race of decorations. For about a week or so, I would come home to find that a different neighbor had added some other externally visible decoration or doodad. Again, it's not even mid-November today. These decorations were put up at least a week ago, so we're talking about getting into a decoration competition roughly two months before the actual holiday.

I can't wait to see what happens close to the actual Christmas day.

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