That Other House of David

I will miss you, House of Naked Davids, not because you are like the Barbie dreamhouse on crack, what with your day-glo Mercedes and Explorer painted like a smoggy LA sunset, not because of your kick-line of naked Davids, clad in nothing but their Santa hats and the bronzey glow of the lion medallions that lend the house its playful Medieval Times flair, not because you named yourself "Youngwood Court" instead of Maison de Naughty Sculpture, but because your holiday spirit lasts YEAR ROUND, giving the people naked David cheer while drastically driving down the market value of surrounding, tax-paying neighbors' homes for as long as they try to bask in your burnt sienna brilliance. I say that's the Giving spirit.