I Love It, But He's Not My Neighbor
In many ways, I prefer the willful eccentricity of the "Christmas" house in Prairie Village to the Plaza lights. Alternately eerie and festive, it represents a unique, individual vision. An otherwise normal residence is completely transformed every December into a spectacular display of lights, elves, animals, Santas, and toy soldiers. Many figures continually jerk in an creepy, robotic dance. Santa’s workshop is in the home’s garage. A creche lords over the north section of the yard. I’m just so grateful not to live next door.