Allow me to recount the latest spectacle that has turned Park City’s Main Street into a mechanized carnival of color. The Park City Museum, in partnership with Temple Har Shalom, has unveiled its Hanukkah Holiday on Main St, a window display that reeks of humble family dignity and hubristic excess. The centerpiece—a LEGO menorah—crowns the glass case while a string of neon gold frames, the ‘step‑and‑repeat red’ of the event’s branding, invites gawkers to pose at the corner of Main and 200 West. Guests, a motley crew of local donors, parishioners, and a stray cheerleader with a glittering boa, line the kiosk in gala‑black jackets; the aisles are congested, people pushing for the best angle like gladiators on restricted paths. While the traffic on Main Street is a managed ballet—its flow dictated by tourist buses—a curtain of glittering pipe‑line parties threaded through the heights of the museum’s façade provides an almost regal appeal. Yet, dressed in white robes, the display feels financially sanitized, as if the children’s crafts can be purchased on a one‑night loan at the adjacent 300‑foot flagstone. Verdict: Send a check but stay home.