Indeed, the 'WTF' response this thread addresses was identical to my own on witnessing the perfectly premature Christmas light display after driving hundreds of miles of wide open plains -- where this peculiar brand of flaunting your electricity is nearly unheard of, save for the occasional flaming red crucifix on some distant hill.  

For a while I'd been deluded into believing the very act of ramming Jesus down a stranger's throat was mostly a Mormon country/Dakota thing until I passed the monstrous perplexity of Duluth's ill begotten holiday chronology, and got into some radio religion on Superior Street as well. Presumably to help wash down some baby Jesus with my Beelzebub so the pagan demons will become dormant and not expulse down the stairs behind the Fetus in one violent electric exorcism causing more problems for the city.

Always something, isn't it Duluth?