To be completely honest with y'all, Griswold Alley is beginning to piss me off a bit this year. For every ridiculous display that goes up, another previously seen one disappears. Every other night or so, there I am with my camera, standing in the middle of the street like a truly schmucky Jimmy Olsen, hoping that all the bright lights will go on at once, for once. Christ, I'm nearly as bad as the slow-moving, camera-wielding Times Square tourists that I revel in making pushing gestures behind this time of year. Waah waah boo hoo.
Enough crying and enough waiting on others, then. This is our contribution. Please note -and give us due good-taste credit for - our lack of large inflatable things in the yard.