On Saturday night in true Christmas spirit, we drove around aimlessly in search of over the top displays of Christmas cheer. Nate drove to the richest neighborhoods he could think of, and we both learned a valuable lesson.
It turns out wealthy people don't cover their well landscaped yards with tacky and ridiculous blow up Santas and animatronic reindeers.
So we then turned for home and found some holiday displays right in our neighborhood, inspired by the Griswolds. And, I also got to share the most horrible Christmas song ever: The Christmas Shoes.
Here are a few pictures from our adventures:
If only I didn't delete the picture of Nate crying to the Christmas Shoes...
