Garish is in the eye of the beholder.
“Go back! Go back!” I whipped my head around to try and catch another glimpse. My fiancé rolled his eyes, but he U-turned and entered the subdivision anyway. It was easy to find the house — we just queued up among the rest of the taillights waiting patiently for their turn to round the cul-de-sac.
I’ve never seen anything like it: 40,000 lights. Over 3 miles of wiring. 92 amps of power. All synchronized to flash and shimmer to “Carol of the Bells” by Trans-Siberian Orchestra and Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas” (I know, I know, but picture that cute girl from “Love Actually” instead — it quells the nausea). The mechanical types among you will marvel at the “how it’s done” page.
In Austin, the light display to wait in line for is on 37th Street, a blocks-long cosmic Christmas cross between the college students and hippie stalwarts who call Hyde Park home. I thought nothing could top 37th Street — but Jeff and Bridgette Trykoski’s display is right up there.
If you are one of those that mourn the end of the holiday season, go quick while you can and visit this spectacular spectacle in Frisco… and gawk at how one couple with time to kill (and a fondness for outrageous utility bills, apparently) share their Christmas spirit. We’re going back tomorrow night with a truck full of kids — there isn’t anything like a child to make the most blasé cynic appreciate goodwill and a phalanx of sparkly lights.