Candy Cane Lane Chronicling my holiday trip to California - Ch. 2

It’s not a real name, but it’s a real place that exists. Once a year, certain residential neighborhoods throw up vomit an array of ridiculous holiday lightings, inflatable characters, and whatever else they can get their hands on to bring a certain (gaucheness) excitement to the season.

I’ve seen one in NW DC/Chevy Chase and Bethesda. A Google search brings up a Candy Cane Lane in an area just outside of Los Angeles. There’s also one in the small city of Camarillo, California—where I’m currently visiting my parents for the holidays.

And it’s a sight to behold.

So much so that people drive around this cul-de-sac area at less than 5 miles per hour to gawk at over-decorated, highly-manicured front lawns worthy of a Home Owner’s Association award.

It surely is a sight to be hold. A once-and-done type activity that you take your family to and forget about for the next 365 days. Or forever.

At first it’s cute and amazing. This Candy Cane Lane in particular isn’t the most magnificent that I’ve seen, but it’s one of the cutest and maybe even kitschy.

There was Sponge Bob Square Pants (okay); variations on Snoopy and the Flying Ace; Veggie Tales; and my two favorite themes: the Night Before Christmas (classic?), and Whoville (another classic).

There was a house that took yellow Christmas lights and “gift wrapped” their house. There was also a house that went “all in” and installed strobe lights off their trees, roof corners, garage door, etc. There were dancing penguins on their garage door, too. It was surely quite something.


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