When Christmastime rolls around, some families are really expert in puttin’ on the ritz by turning on the lights. Here in Brooklyn, various houses and neighborhoods (particularly in Dyker Heightssee post) that stand immutably unsung the rest of the year stand impressively renowned each December. Bedighted in the most spectacular arrays of Yuletide illumination and gadgetry that money could buy and creativity devise, these homes become seasonal showcases; cynosures of decorative artistry that make the windows of department stores look paltry.

In addition to the usual families that were decking their abodes with glittering boughs of high-voltage jolly for decades, I’m annually amazed by how many more such families, hitherto unknown to me, were conducting a high-voltage kind of Christmas of their own…also for decades.

Take the Seddio family, for instance, at East 93rd Street and Flatlands Avenue. Their house has been a holiday attraction for Yuletide revelers throughout Canarsie, Brooklyn. Purchased by Frank Seddio, a former Surrogate Court judge, 24 years ago, he carried on the tradition started by the previous owner in 1963. “I caught the fever of it,” Seddio said. “It’s three times the size now

With 250,000 lights, dancing reindeer, hammering elves and talking Santas, a Brooklyn house transforms each December into a holiday wonderland.

“We have enough electric power in this house to probably light up the whole block,” said Frank Seddio, 64, of the holiday display that kicked off yesterday, a Canarsie tradition since 1963. “At any given time, we’re using enough [amps] to light the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree.”

Seddio, with a little help from twenty family members, begins the decorations around Halloween, stringing the lights and setting up the complex animated dolls.

Included are a winter wizard reciting “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas,” a family of deer in a Victorian holiday scene, dolls from Walt Disney World‘s “It’s a Small World” ride, a life-size Nativity scene from Milan, soldiers riding reindeer on a spinning carousel, nods to Chanukah and Kwanzaa, and a tuckered out, dozing Santa. “That’s Santa Claus on Dec. 26,” Frank Seddio said.

However, at the risk of sounding like a killjoy, I need to ask: Where does one take all of this the rest of the year?

NY Daily News

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