Taffy Lane

Sam, unsurprisingly, likes Christmas lights. We like to call them out as we drive by them. Well, originally I'd call them out. Then for a while, we'd both call them out. Now I'm not allowed to call them out (unless, as it turns out, he's crying; he told me that in the car today).

In any event, the Compound wanted to drive to Taffy Lane this afternoon. Taffy Lane is the street in Ottawa to go for Christmas lights. I think the residents may actually screen prospective home buyers before they're allowed to move in. There were some phenomenal displays (and very few tacky ones, much to my surprise), but ask Sam if he liked the lights and you'll be lucky to get a blank stare. The only thing he remembers is an inflatable helicopter -- complete with Santa and elves, of course -- with rotating rotors.

There's the true spirit of the season, I guess: the Santacopter.