I live in the Southern Arizona desert, where there are maybe two days per year under 110 degrees. Nonetheless, when the holiday season approaches, residents in the neighborhood do what they can to signify Christmas. Being that they've never seen snow, trees, or anything remotely Christmasy, they make horrible attempts at decking their houses out by half-heartedly painting old sheets of plywood. They are proud of their plywood abilities. There's even an award, shown above. So, we start with the best on the street. Now, let's take a look at the losers.