Well, its that time of year, Christmas, or The Holidays for my non-Christian readers. I love Christmas, I love everything about it, I always have. I love the family gettogethers, I love the snow, I love giving (and lets be honest, receiving) gifts. I love the meaning, the ultimate purpose of the holiday. I am fully aware that the likeliness of Jesus being born on December 25th is zero to none, I still like the idea of celebrating the most important birth in history. I think its absurd for some Christians and denominations to make a fuss about it not being the right day. The fact is we don't have a copy of Mary's Day Planner with all her friends and families birthdays in it. So get over yourselves. I used to be attend a school affiliated with a certain denomination that, in my opinion, spent more time on trying to be right, and less time living out the point. But that's another post for another day.
Here is the one thing about Christmas that drives me insane. The decorations. I think Christmas decorations can be beautiful, classy, and nice. But more times that not anymore we got houses that put up so many flashing lights it looks like either a Vegas casino, a European disco, or a strip club. Nothing says Christmas like 3000 mini strobe lights thrown about a property. I see homes with those icicle lights; which, when done simply the standard white icicle lights, looks good; I see icicle lights in a multitude of colors and half of them are flashing and half are not. Take some pride, and at least make them all do the same thing. I don't care for color lights for the most part, in certain instances I think they can look good. But with icicle lights, the idea is that they look like icicles, ice is clear, not multicolored flashing rainbows. The other decorating thing that drives me nuts is the multitude of inflatables that have taken over the Christmas landscape. Remember when a giant inflatable was unique and usually meant a car dealership was having a giant sale, I mean, nothing says savings like a huge blow-up gorilla. Now these Christmas inflatables are littering the yards of people everywhere. The not so gentle hum of fans has become the new soundtrack to the holiday season. Which, I guess when I think about it, the hum is a better soundtrack then the dog barking Christmas carols or some wretched parody.
--aaron
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There's a house off Avon in Rochester Hills that (i kid you not) has 23 blow-up christmas decorations. We had to stop and drive by a second time to count.
TWENTY THREE blow-up christmas things on a solitary lawn of a city that will not allow a 7-Eleven. Riddle me that.
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