Our family has been driving past this over-the-top display of lighted figurines each Christmas Eve for years. It is on the way to my parents’ house. We had always looked forward to this eclectric, electric holiday show as part of our Christmas Eve traditions…and then it disappeared.
We were sad that one of our bright spots during the holidays had vanished. We lamented its removal… until several weeks ago. I was driving home from running errands. I stopped at a stop sign and looked left. I could not believe it! There they were! All our beloved characters were in a new location. I immediately texted the good news to my family.

There was the choir in the bleachers.

There were the snowmen.


The Gingerbread Village.


The Dickensonian carolers.

The penguins and the igloo.

Many Santas and snowmen.

Polar bears and brown bears.

The Nativity was separated from the fray in its own display.

All our beloved characters had moved to our county.

Close enough to visit numerous times.
I even braved getting out of my vehicle to photograph the scene.
I hope these folks know how appreciated this yard full of light is to others.
Happy Holidays
A wonderful rediscovery, Flow. And there seems to be not one inflatable. 🙂 Many look to be vintage… an amazing collection.
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No “blow-ups.” These are the real deal. I dreamed of walking amongst them last night. It was a wonderland. So magical. I am thankful to folks with vision beyond the realm of normal. Those are MY people! Happy Holidays Eliza
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When we visited my parents, there was a house way out in the country at a bend in the road that had the whole yard filled with a similar display. It was surprising to see it way out of town. Sadly, the elderly couple moved on and the new owners don’t keep the tradition.
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Maybe someone bought the display. Let’s hope it has a new home.
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Oh what fun! Lovely to come across something like that!
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How funny! I’m so glad you rediscovered them.
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