Every Christmas Mr BC & I love to drive the kids around at night to look at Christmas lights. It's a strange pastime for someone who can hardly be bothered to switch on the porch light, although I shared a sense of disgust at someone recently spending AU$250,000 on Christmas lights for their house. (I mean, how many people would that feed or house in Haiti?) I still want to look at their display. I think I have must have some perverted gawker's sort of Clarke Griswold fascination.
We have found some doozies over the years. One of our favourites is the Sandgate Uniting Church at Deagon. It is so miraculously over the top, you can't help but be impressed. Even a seasoned comparative religion hobbyist like me slowly succumbs to the joy of Christmas as I wander & wonder through the church grounds, shaking the hands of the occasional happy clapper, before venturing inside to admire the room of Christmas trees, each decorated to celebrate a particular psalm. There is lots of live music, maybe a sermon going on, a big stall of crocheted coat hooks etc & another stall of jams & marmalades. When you go through to the courtyard there is a sausage sizzle, a Christmas cake/hot doughnut/coffee or tea stand, a raffle, some other thing.....
It's fricken massive.
I love it.
Have a look at that cat in the centre of the picture, do you see what he is doing? The Gentleman was scandalised, he does love Jeebers so. OK, a closer look but it is a bit grainy....
Everyone's a critic.
xx