As I
drive around the neighborhood I am aware of an eerie presence by the number of
nylon corpses scattered about the various front yards that I refer to as “Dead
Santa’s.” During the day they lay
silently dormant and as the sun sets they become alive.
They are
sort of like Christmas Vampires coming alive when night comes and darkness descends on the land. They are sort of a representation of how we seem to
celebrate the spirit of Christmas, which is basically a gaudy greedy profit
seeking corporate heist of this special season.
We witness each home seeming trying to outdo his neighbor in decorative
light show and blown up Santa’s that look like a small-scale version of Las
Vegas.
And, as
we drive by these houses we are mesmerized by these bobbing nylon Santa’s, one
wonders what does this have to do with “peace on Earth, goodwill toward
men”? Maybe during the light of day
when the sun comes up and these bobbing nylon Santa’s deflate are we brought back
to reality? These dead deflated Santa’s
should have us reflect about a Christmas that is much more than inflated
balloons.