The street I live on could compete with the Griswold's for Christmas lights and decorations.
Not to be out done, I bought a 12 foot inflatable electric Santa Claus, which, yesterday, I screwed in to the porch overhang of above my front door. There is a small railing running around the perimeter of the overhang, and when Santa is plugged-in he stands smiling, 12 feet tall,
lit brightly, over my front door waving to the neighborhood children.
When he is unplugged however, he slowly slouches forward, over the railing, arms hanging straight down, looking like he's either vomiting, or dead....[In fact he looks like my sea-sick and drunken brother-in-law, vomiting over my transom, on to my freshly refinished swim platform
][This morning there were children across the street waiting at the school-bus stop, crying that we had killed Santa
...kidding]Last night when I realized this at about midnight, I had to go outside and tried to push him back up over the railing, with a long stick. It was quite windy, and I was quite cold. I realized later, that I was only wearing my bathrobe, and didn't have any underwear on.
This morning, Mrs. Smith, my neighbor, and one of the local church ladies, just glared at me and wouldn't talk to me.
Any advice would be helpful. HO HO HO...
Interestingly, when he's inflating in the wind, he looks like a drunken Santa trying to break dance....
