March of the Inflatables
What started as a Daddy shopping expedition with the baby ended with a giant inflatable And we didn’t stop there, nooooo. Someone had to buy an igloo with a couple of penguins coming out of it. Of course once we had two inflatables, then why not get three? So, we now have a Santa train with more penguins. Even I got in on the act. In my defense, I spotted it while on my annual after-Christmas Walmart shopping expedition. It was white...a snowman...on a Harley...with a penguin in a sidecar. I was powerless in the grip of its cuteness. Plus, I am unable to resist a super awesome bargain even if it is an inflatable biker. Now, this year's addition leaves me scratching my head. What did my son and husband come back with this year? An elephant in a Santa hat, that's what. Now I can understand the penguin, the moose, Santa, and the snowman, but when did you ever see an elephant in any book about the North Pole. Even the poor guy's Santa hat and scarf seem inadequate against the Arctic cold. Brrrr.
For some families, the start of Christmas is heralded by decorating the Christmas tree. For others it is the Christmas village. For our family, it is the inflating of the giant inflatables. Do you have these in your yard? Pleeaasse tell me that you do!!
Now, it is not as though our yard was completely bare of outdoor decorations five years ago. Back then we had outdoor lights. Roping on our porch railing. Wreaths on the windows. Even a string of lit candy canes. But, the inflatables? I NEVER envisioned having a veritable army of the inflatable creatures marching across our yard. I shudder to think what will come marching in to our yard next year...a Christmas pig? Santa in a dune buggy? Really, anything is possible! When not fretting about what her neighbors will think about her yard, Jill blogs about this and that at Musings.
