This one I actually thought I would have to save for my first trip to Disney World or potentially for when Santa fully commits to his Coca Cola sponsorship and moves across the pond to America.
But as it turns out, the Christmas Lights in Dallas' Highland Park almost outdid both Disney World and Santa's new home in Hollywood when it comes to wonderfully, over the top , spectacular, 'I-really-have-nothing-better-to-do-with-my-time-and-money', Christmas decorations.
As I'm not from a nation that would not dream to proudly display major tackiness outside our houses and as I currently live in a flat without enough balcony space for a plastic glowing reindeer farm - I was really keen to see proper American rich-people Christmas lights.
And I can say this much - it's been one of the few times when cheesy Hollywood films actually had not falsely built my expectations up to unreasonable levels that were not met when seeing the real thing. (Like with my college experience. There wasn't even a football team! No one bursted out singing and dancing in the corridors even though it was an arty school! Not a single person looked like anyone from the Felicity cast!).
New life plan: Become wealthy house wife in Dallas and spend my year planning the Christmas decorations. When I'm not busy maintaining my affair with the pool boy that is.
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| The Christmas Tree that almost converted me to Suburbianism. |
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| Because why have a few lights when you can have a million? |
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| It's like Santa Land White House! |
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| Because why wouldn't the plastic rein deer snack on the lawn? |
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| Look. At. The. Size. Of. Those. Balls. |
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| Never ever have I wanted a tree this much. |
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