Folks, I’m more than a little pissed.
I really thought we had something together. Our pact in celebratory exterior illumination was unspoken, but unshakable. All of us in this part of the neighborhood lit up our houses sometime during the first week of December, and we all kept them lit through New Year’s Eve.
You know, Lea and I built this house in 2000, and I’ve always planned and executed the same Christmas lighting routine. So we did our part for the eighth year in a row, and you just laid down on us. Almost all of you did. Oh, sure, you’re all over it through Christmas Day, but it’s that last week of the year—those critical final six days—in which heroes are made. One of you turns the lights on the 26th, but two more of you don’t. Then one of those is lit up for the 27th, and the other two aren’t. And so it goes, throughout that beautiful and fleeting final 144 hours.
I ask you: what has become of consistency? What has become of pride? For the love of God, what has become of basic decency?
I’ve labored under the delusion that we’ve had something special going up here on the north end of the subdivision. It’s now clear that I’ve valued it far more than any of you slacker jerks ever did.
You just see if we pull our weight next year, now that we see how consistency and dedication to excellence is “rewarded.”
Happy fucking new year, assholes.
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I’m sorry, Honey. We don’t light outdoors – don’t you think a frickin’ 13 foot Christmas tree is festive enough? – but not because we’re caving to the terrorists. We’ve never lit the house for two reasons: we’re too lazy and we’re afraid of the electric bill…
I put up a dancing Homer Simpson figurine dressed as Santa on my coffee table. That was festive. If claim you can find a better way to celebrate the birth of the tiny baby Jesus, then I say you are full of bull plop, sir.
Jeremy – I’m pretty sure you did more Christmas decorating then Bo did prior to his being married. Celebration activities not withstanding, I can assure you that Bo is full of bull plop. Fell in love with him anyway, though. I’m sending to live with you if he starts blogging about poop all the time, though. 😉
This is one those few times I disagree with you Bo. I will be festive for Christmas, with the lights and the trees and the decorations. But come Dec 26th, I take it all down and get ready for a new clean year.
Mrs. Chili, Kory: Don’t misunderstand me. Everyone’s got their respective bits, and I’m not arguing for decorations through the end of the year in general. I’m saying those immediately around us (note in my post: “in this part of the neighborhood,” “here on the north end of the subdivision”) used to do what I describe, and this year we were the only ones.