I’m pretty sure Anne didn’t set out to string the lights on the fir tree in the front yard to resemble a maniacal horror movie killer-clown, I figure she just got lucky. It seems that no one has any chili pepper lights this year, and we need more than the five strands we have. So after a trip to a very picked over WallyWorld, we bought the only red lights we could find, and the rest is just serendipity. Here’s wishing you the tackiest of holidays.