I am a romantic at heart, so for me Christmas is ...
a snowy mountain cabin nestled in the forest,
the shop windows in mid-town Manhatten,
midnight Mass in a small chapel nestled in the Alps,
and window wreaths and candle lights.
I'm all about this ...
(our house Christmas 2008 ... and yes, Virginia, it does occasionally snow in Georgia)
and not so much this.
Imagine my surprise when several years ago the boys asked why we couldn't get a giant Santa for our front yard. And not just any Santa ... a GIANT Santa ... with moving parts! And a Santa in a snow globe would be even better!
After I stopped hyperventilating I resorted to stall tactics. We'll see and Let me think about it held them off for several years.
Then one December, older and wiser, they brought up the subject again and would not let it go. They begged, they pleaded, they pointed out all the OTHER houses which had fun holiday inflatables. They were making me feel like the Grinch.
In exasperation I finally laid it on the line, No inflatables ... they're tacky!
Unfortunately I made this pronouncement in the presence of my entire family, which resulted in a great deal of teasing. I basically ignored them.
On Christmas Day everyone gathered at our house for lunch. There was a lot of commotion. In hindsight I now realize there seemed to be some sneaking around and that some people were grinning like idiots (most notably my brother-in-law), but at the time I had no idea that anything was going down. So, when I was called outside to the front yard to come and see something, I went.
And THIS was in my FRONT yard.
Everyone was laughing so hard that neighbors poked their heads out to see what was going on.
Okay, okay. The joke was on me. The festive Christmas penguins on a bright blue sled didn't exactly go with my window wreaths, but I had to agree they were pretty darn cute.
Now, I'm sure you're dying to know if the Christmas penguins have graced our yard in the years since.
Look. I'm not a total Grinch. OF COURSE we put up our inflatable penguins ...
only they're in the backyard.