artykins

As if hearing Christmas songs being piped through every single store I've entered within the last three days wasn't enough, the house across the street has begun it's Christmas madness.  The wreaths are up in all their hideous glory.  The railings have been tarted up with greens and tinsel.  The sides of the house have had Santa effigies hung in all their tacky splendor.  I'm sure the lights will go on next and the power plant somewhere close by is going to have to flip that emergency switch to balance everything out.  

It all puts me in mind of a girl I once knew.

I'm glad I don't have windows that face that monstrosity.