It's tempting NOT to break out the Grinch analogy because it somehow seems cliche and obvious. But in the case of the dispute over Christmas displays on Daisy Avenue, it's so apt that it can't be avoided.
Especially in the light of the recent revelation that the Wrigley Area Neighborhood Alliance is suing the Wrigley Association over ownership of the displays and both sides have restraining orders preventing the other from disposing of the property.
Talk to anyone who doesn't have a dog in the fight and they roll their eyes and say something like, "What's wrong with these people?"
What indeed?
For those who aren't familiar with the flap, it goes something like this. (Note: Wrigleyites can now line up to nitpick omissions, failures to delineate the differences between 501 c-something incorporations et al.)
The Christmas Tree Lane was created in 1953 by Gertrude Whittle who thought it would be cool to put decorations on the median on Daisy Avenue and a tradition was born.
In 1988 the Wrigley Association was created and formed a Christmas Tree Lane committee led by Association co-founder Maria Norvell.
Over the years, disputes arose over a laundry list of issues. In 2007, the Wrigley Association split from the Christmas Tree Lane committee and set it up as a separate entity.
Norvell and her supporters were hurt. They went Wrigley one better and set up their own rival neighborhood group, the Wrigley Area Neighborhood Alliance.
The groups have been feuding about The Lane ever since. The dispute hit new heights when the two sides engaged in a Filene's basement moment recently as they raced around The Lane divying up the displays.
So far, all attempts to broker an equitable divorce have been unsuccessful. It's always about who gets the kids and property.
Now it looks like the winners in this fracas will be the lawyers.
The sad thing is that both groups do wonderful things in the community and are valuable assets in keeping neighbors engaged, keeping kids out of trouble, providing positive events, removing blight, and on and on.
And yet this one thing, Christmas displays for heaven's sake!, is the issue that is defining them to those outside the neighborhood.
One can only hope that one of these Grinches, like the character in the Dr. Seuss poem, will see the light and its heart will grow three sizes that day. Of course, as long at the two sides remain in their death embrace, such an outcome seems unlikely.