Dead Santa's

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.