Okay, it sounds like a hackneyed horror film phrase, right? But I'm about ready to put it into effect.
One of my neighbors still--STILL--had a stupid inflatable snowman bobbing in his yard well into January. Nothing brings out the Christmas fuzzies like a glorified balloon. It ain't a car-lot, for crying out loud. You know the worst offenders are the guys who stick up huge blow-up Kansas City Chiefs inflatables in their yards during Christmas. Somewhere along the way, the inflatable industry has corrupted Christmas.
|"Pop me, please!"|
But I digress. Finally, the neighbor took the offending snowman down.
Good. Before I did. And I was ready to, oh, yes, I was.
Look, as much as I dislike the inflatables, that's not what's got me in a tizzy. Fact is, we're entering February. Christmas is over. Deal with it. Call me the neighborhood post-Christmas cop. Take down the decorations, focus on Valentine's Day. And taxes. Ho, ho, ho.
Yet another neighbor is still burning Christmas lights outside the house. Feh. There's like a statute of limitations on something like that, I'm sure. And he's not keeping things very "green."
It's time for me to take charge, lay down the law of the land. Make a citizen's arrest on behalf of good taste and common decency. It's not happening on my watch. Neighborhood Watch.
I'm gonna' go pound on the offending neighbor's door now and demand he take the lights down. I've reached my limit.
Here I go.
I'll let you know how the post-Christmas intervention goes.