I drive through this little town to get to work, and about three weeks ago Christmas exploded on one of the houses. Seriously. Garland, huge ornaments on the porch, Griswald-worthy strands of lights, the whole works.
And right next door?
Some jack o'lanterns, which appeared to be freshly carved.
They're still there, but they don't look very, uh, healthy anymore. But I admire the people who are willing to celebrate their Autumn holidays as long as possible. So you, with that pile of orange moldy mush on your steps? Good for you.