I haven't gotten the courage to ask my neighbors where they found the blow-up nativity. I'm kind of curious. Do you have to order them specially-made off of the Internet? Does the blow-up baby Jesus come separate so you can stick him in on Christmas morn?
Do you think the kids will respond better to the virgin birth of a living God through giant plastic and an air compressor?
Egging me on to ask these burning questions is one of my favorite time wasters blogs, the ever-hiliarous passive aggressive notes, which this week shared the giant yard sign erected by a mom fed up with those holiday grinches who dare sneak into her yard and steal one of the approximately seven trillion towering plastic candy canes.
Allow me to present Exhibit A (courtesy of Passive Aggressive Notes, natch):
As they at Passive Aggressive so wisely (OK, so snarkily) put it, "poor little boy. now he’s not going to know it’s christmas.”
Yes, poor child indeed. His mother spent her whole holiday vacation decorating the yard with tasteless junk, and all he got was this damn letter in his defense. Do parents really think their kids care as much as they do about the holiday hoop-la (gifts aside)?
Image: OogaLights
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