It's That Time of Year

Not that I don't like my neighbor... I really do. He's a great guy. It's just that... well... You see, he decorates house professionally for Christmas -- North Pole Lighting, or something like that. And it's not that he just really decorates up his house. Heck no. He does the whole cul de sac. Every house. And the island in the middle. And all the lights dance to music that you can tune in to your car radio. I'm not kidding. You can see our neighborhood from outer space. If you did a lot of drugs back in the '70s, you'd think you were having a flashback. Or if you're planning on doing a lot of drugs, maybe you'd be having a flashforward. Check it out. It's on South Raven Place. Bring your radio.

Which leads me to tonight's thought provoking question: If your house were decorated for th holidays by homosexuals, would it be gaily lit? (Is that the right adverb? Should it be gayly? Is that even an adverb? Should it be?)