Christmas lights in rural AmericaMy parents live in a small town in Oregon, and the Christmas lights here are always a fascinating exercise in well intentioned but somewhat absurd aesthetics. The random rimmed window in green here, the illuminated candy canes there. And then we play "count the inflatable santas/snowmen," with bonus points for those atop roofs, their arms outstretched in a Heil Hitler wave, mitigated only by the plastic broomstick or shovel accoutrement. My observations shouldn't be misconstrued as mean-spirited mocking, however. Judgmental, yes. But as enthusiastic as their decorations. I take tremendous glee in the multi-colored icicles and lighted nativity scenes (with donkeys in santa hats).
Update: Michelle has seen Santa, too.