Sex in the window

My husband and I typically spend weeks on end at a cheap motel this time of year.   I wasn’t looking forward to it but the ambiance has become a tradition.   Our neighbors just didn’t make it happen for us.  Each holiday season they initiate it.  They plant one dozen huge bright red candy canes in their lawn.  We live across the street and it sets a red glow in our front bedroom.  From our perspective, the effect is not sweet and tempting or Rudolph and holiday.  It’s lurid and hokey and  ‘been there done that’.  The cheap neon makes our cozy wood-burning home seem risque.  While we have taken advantage of it on a few occasions, it’s really just obnoxious for two months at a time.  So far this winter, we’re only missing out on one tradition.