Ok, they look great at night but the next morning they're just plastic collapsed on the lawn.
Why can't they be inflated all the time, I don't get it.
On my way to Emmanuel, Killingworth I pass a house in--I don't know, Wallingford, I guess-that has about two dozen of the Santa's and Reindeer's and Grouch dressed like Santa and Angels and more stuff than anyone needs ever, in a billion Christmases.
And when I go by on Sunday morning it looks like a terrorist attack has happened, or a Zombie apocalypse or those left behind at the Rapture.
I would never own one of those lawn things which need both air and electricity, I guess.
But if you do, God love you, and keep them always inflated.
It's beginning to look a lot like deflated Christmas.
Just me talkin'....
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