That's very cool, Court- my sis' best friend in college and her family worked the winters selling Christmas trees and such, then they operated an amusement company during the summer- rides, games, everything a proper carnival should be and have. I can actually say, proudly, that I'm a "Carnie", as I helped from time to time.
I used to live beside a tree farm. That was fun taking the boys out to pick a tree and cut it down every year.
Sorry Brankin, I run mine 24/7. No dead bodies unless one dies. I have to fix all the lights in them tomorrow. Up north one year I put up a 20 or 25 foot tall one. 40+ mph winds ripped it to shreds. It was neat for a day. We decorate outside for snow not Christmas. Ice sickle lights and snowmen. January or February a neighbor will ask when I'm going to take the Christmas decorations down. Never fails. I will correct them then.
We live close to several tree farms. Here in the Bay Area, KCBS radio has an informal pool going every year for when the first Christmas tree is found on a freeway after falling off a car. Whoever had Wednesday, won.
This time of year we avoid all the roads near those tree farms because 99% of the folks have no idea how to drive a twisty mountain road and evidently feel the "Slower traffic must use turnouts" signs don't apply to them.
We have been going to the same tree farm with the SO's family for 25 years. The owners see us coming and break out the hot chocolate and toddies with some snacks. We spend some time chatting and people watching taking bets on who's tree will fall off their car before leaving the lot.
I put my suburban sideways every time I can without causing alarm to anyone, just to make sure I'm fresh when I unexpectedly need to straighten it back out.
While I've never done a donut with a bus, I do power slides pretty much daily this time of year. I do try to keep out of the view of the public though.
You know, she was probably doing OK until the crash bar touched down and levered the front wheel off the ground. Is that why they call them crash bars?
Actually, locking the front wheel with the brake had a lot to do with getting the crash bar to touch down. She Still hasn't let go of the lever . . . .