#61 (oops, i had two #58's)

pretty red ribbons circling the post, trimmed in flashes of silver tinsel. light washed over the balcony, false daylight from the house within.
across the road, an orange and green palm tree made of bulbs strung together with translucent cords. a cry for warmer weather, perhaps, surrounded by heavy laden evergreens.
air filled likenesses of song subjects, swaying back and forth in the wind, electricity running through them.
all false displays of cheer, all missing laughter. all missing the point.