On the drive home from dinner tonight, in a not-so-desirable neighborhood, I saw something out of the corner of my eye.
It was past the kids' bedtime and they were both cranky and crying. They had a busy day. And yet...
"Jerry. Turn around."
"I'm not turning around."
"TURN THE FUCK AROUND. IT'S IMPORTANT."
~~Three minutes later~~
"Pull into that cafe. Drive casual."
"Why. Are. We. Here."
(from the backseat "waaaaaaa!!!" "can we go home?!")
"Jerry. That's baby Jesus in a fireplace. With a reindeer."
"What? No, that's a manger."
"Mangers don't have chimneys."
"Where are you going?! Those people are looking at you!"
"I'm taking a picture of their gorgeous decoration! What's the problem?"
"Oh my God."
Now, dear Reader, I share this with you. Sorry about the quality. I didn't want to be forced to squeal like a pig if I could avoid it.
I'm hoping it represents the birth of Santa, because the alternative - burning baby Jesus in effigy - is much more ominous. This may actually tie everything together! Christmas isn't pagan or Christian. Santa was born in a fireplace (where he now delivers gifts, hello!) under the adoring eye of Mary, Joseph, three wise men, and a reindeer. Cordoned off by a picket fence and some giant candy canes.
Or is this what they use for Festivus? -Kim