I went grocery shopping, cleaned my house & then...I broke out the Christmas decorations.
Of course, I've got a story about the decorations. It all started with my mom, who just can't accept the truth about her beloved front porch Santa decoration. See, my mom's Santa is special. By day he's one thing, & by night he's something different. Allow me to demonstrate.
Anyone else notice anything?
Look, I'm not saying it's wrong for her to display the Santa. And I'm not saying it's Santa's fault. It's probably just the crappy paint used to manufacture him. But the fact remains - she's got an ethnic Santa.
To this day my mother vehemently denies that there is anything out of the ordinary with her Santa. While I know my mother is not a racist, this is not some abstract comment on how "color blind" she is. She simply chooses not to accept the truth.
And of course, I find this to be hilarious (As do my bi-racial friend of 15 years & my gay bestie. Please don't send me any hate mail. I'm not a biggot, I'm just easily amused).
Anyway, after many years of my relentless jokes at her Santa's expense, my mom made her comeback last Christmas. On Christmas Day she, my sister & my stepdad came over to our house to open presents. After everything was opened my mom gave me my "special" present.
And yes, he is displayed as part of my holiday decor this year.