Dyker Heights isn’t exactly the most exotic or thrilling place to live. I’ve always described it as a cozy, safe neighborhood (even though my family was robbed twice; at least no one was hurt!). Nothing horrible or particularly exciting ever really happens here. We have a Dunkin Donuts, a Subway, a bookstore, some pizzerias, a bakery or two, a Rite Aid, and a bar. A single, solitary bar. Dyker isn’t exactly a tourist hotspot, at least not until December, when its world-famous Christmas lights go up.
The Christmas lights, which span from 82nd to 85th Streets along 12th Avenue, became a Dyker tradition over 25 years ago, with the home of Angelo and Lucie Spata, which was (and still is) covered with over 30,000 lights and includes nutcrackers that stand 15 feet tall. Some of Dyker’s most beautiful mansions are adorned with an array of Christmas lights, tableaus, and other things that appeal to young children and adults alike.
Three friends and I made a mini-documentary about the lights for our Arts of NYC class back in 2012; take a look at the video, and take a trip to Dyker at some point before Christmas! It’s the only time you’ll ever want to.