It's that time of year again. The time when people start littering the streets with illuminated crap. I know lots of people like Christmas lights. But lights, people, are not the problem. The problem is animatronic reindeer, entire villages on front lawns, and my new current bane, INFLATABLE illuminated crap. Why have a plastic Santa the size of a small child when you could have an inflated Santa the size of your whole house?
When driving around Ridley Park this weekend in search of a shanty town (note: shanty town located! 15 tents and a roaring bonfire at the end of a street? All you need is some corrugated tin, and you've got everything you need.), we stumbled upon one of those blocks where the entire neighborhood seems to be competing for the largest electricity bill on the block. The most favored item on this block? Illuminated candy canes! Who even wants illuminated candy canes? They are the stupidest of all lawn ornaments, and I hate them.
But the only thing I hate more is Steven.
The End