The eggs were just the beginning.Derek lives two doors down. He’s a man in his 40s with too much time and too many decorations. At first, I thought his displays were sweet — extravagant, maybe, but festive. Derek was the kind of guy who brought cheer to the block.

But over the years, it stopped being fun. Now it feels like his house is auditioning for a movie every other month.Christmas? He blasts music through outdoor speakers and uses fake snow machines like he’s recreating a Hallmark set. Valentine’s Day? The bushes are wrapped in red garlands, and he swaps his porch lights for pink bulbs. The Fourth of July is a literal explosion; our windows rattle like we live inside a firework.