The World According to Keitho

There exists a house on Pelham Parkway North, in the northeast Bronx, that is known alternately as The Christmas House, and the Crazy House.   Every year, right after Thanksgiving its denizens mount a display that utilizes every free inch of available lawn space with Christmas decorations.  They come complete with lights, sleds, a nativity scene, and for some reason, Liberace’s piano and candelabra. 

The house is located on the service road of Pelham Parkway, and it has such notoriety that for the six or seven weeks that the decorations are up, the street remains in a perpetual state of gridlock.  The traffic is backed up for blocks and it takes a good ten or fifteen minutes to traverse an eighth of a mile.

One wonders how and why the neighbors put up with this.  There is Christmas music playing at a fairly loud level, and I’m sure that the glare from the lights must be intrusive.  I’ve often wondered what the electricity bill must be for those two months.

My friend informed me that not all of the Christmas decorations get taken in for the winter.  I suppose that the house is unable to store them all.  The other day I took my camera along on a morning jog and shot a few photos. 

Without further ado I give you…Christmas in July.

Liberace himself actually goes into storage for the summer