Well, here’s an update on the Christmas house that can be seen from outer space. I am a technologically-challenged old crone, so I have no digital camera — not even a cellphone. I wish I could put up a picture of this place, but I can only post this photo from Google Images of a pale comparison — and use my mystical powers of communication to describe it. Santas, stuffed pandas, penguins, reindeer, angels, choo-choo trains, trees, gigantic candy canes and several versions of the Holy Family — all on a single lawn and roof. And all lit up from here to the very outskirts of the Milky Way Galaxy. That is our neighborhood’s over-the-top Christmas-decorated house.
Why do they do this? I can’t say. They want attention (probably not all of it positive). They are aliens, and they’re wishing a Merry Christmas to the folks back home. Or they simply want to emulate Roseanne and Dan Conner.
But I must admit, I love the place. They aren’t afraid to show how much they love Christmas. No “Xmas” for them! And THEY’LL never say “Happy Holidays.” They are striking a blow for our side against those who would make war on Christmas. I walk past there every day, and I say a little prayer of thanks that I still live in a country where such nutty wonderfulness keeps happening.
Merry Christmas, everybody. And I don’t mean “Happy Holidays.” I DO mean MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!