What's up with these inflated, lit-up plastic Christmas lawn decorations?
One of our neighbor has the Grinch and his dog on their front yard. It's kind of cute and interesting at night, but at some point they turn the compressor off and the Grinch and his dog collapse into plastic trash on the yard and ignominiously clutter there until night fall. Why not leave the compressor on all the time--is it that expensive to run?
There's a house between Killingworth and Durham that I drive past on the way to Emmanuel Church, that has no less than a dozen of the inflatable characters--just about ever Christmas figure you can name is there...but unless I go to Emmanuel for a night meeting I will never see them lifted from the puddles of bright colors they are without the compressor. They are Christmas carnage.
It's no more than litter most of the time on that lawn. Not attractive in any way. It's just one of a multitude of Christmas marginalia that I don't get....'Tis the season to be jolly...not silly....
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