Happy Holidaze

So, apparently I missed Assassinate the President of Your Block Association's Christmas Decorating Committee Day and it's a shame, too. Across the street I see an inflatable Santa sidled next to a brightly lit cross. Next door a large three has been adorned with lights and across the street a string of clear lights have been tossed hastily on a porch. Aside from this, the block is dark. And I have to admit, after reading one of Cranky Artist's latest "missives", I'm a tad disappointed that he hasn't gotten in on the action.

My religious preference (or if I even have one) is not the issue. And yeah I'm more likely to say "Happy Holidays," than "Merry Christmas," but that's just because I'm a corporate drone. I happen to enjoy the lights and, in my opinion, the gaudier, the better. After two two nights of listening to that hot air inflate Santa, however, I'm ready to head across the street with a pin and do the damage myself. Cranky Artist laments that "our senses are being assaulted by a new crop of huge, inflatable decorations" and, for once, I have to agree.