(Today’s post will be honest; not for the faint of heart. I will try to keep my ire brief. Please forgive me in advance for offending if you are among the offended.)
There is a small, nondescript house on one of the country roads that connects me to other roads. I don’t know who lives there now, but one of my high school classmates might have lived there many years ago. Littered on the lawn, on the steps, along the driveway, and towards the property boundaries are Christmas inflatables. I usually drive by the house during daytime hours when Santa, the Bethlehem manger, and Rudolph are prostrate in a plastic heap across the lawn.
I don’t care for inflatable lawn ornaments, especially of the Christmas sort. I could create a premise that these ugly monstrosities are symbolic representations of our broken financial system, full of hot air and bound to deflate. Or I could say that they represent the bizarre desire some perfectly lovely Americans have to showcase Thanksgiving Day parade dirigibles on their lawns, just because they can. I don’t have anything good to say about them, other than their production employs some Californians.
I woke up on Friday morning feeling like a deflated Christmas lawn ornament. I don’t think I’m alone in this feeling. We all try to put our best foot forward during this “Most Wonderful Time of the Year” and it’s exhausting. The consumer way of life we’ve been taught is at odds with the message of Christ and it creates dissonance and doubt.
I’m not a theologian or a philosopher; I’ve discussed “Christmas” with different wise men and women.
“Jesus Christ wasn’t born in December.”
“Yes, he was!”
“Christmas is a pagan celebration, descendent from Saturnalia.”
“No, it’s not.”
Someone somewhere has an inflatable Jesus on their front lawn. I just know it.
I’m with you on this.. I can’t stand the craziness of what should be a peaceful, holy time
Maybe our little ice storm on Sunday helped people to slow down and enjoy some peace and tranquility.
Merry Christmas, Carol!
and Merry Christmas to you, Julie-Ann 😀
Umm, inflatable Jesus. Inflatable creche. Come on down, we’ve got it all.