I LOVE Christmas. It's my favorite holiday. I love everything about it, from Christmas cards and wrapping presents to watching Christmas movies and drinking eggnog by the fire.
BUT. (Y'all saw that but coming, didn't you??)
'Round about January, oh, let's say, the EIGHTH, it's time to put everything away for next year. Except in this case, it's THIS year, isn't it?
Some of my neighbors still have Santa outside. In this cold! I hope he don't bring them nothing this year.
It makes me absolutely crazy. Being a Southern girl, I'm used to seeing Christmas lights still up on houses in May but not big old giant inflatables. I drive past Santa and Frosty and Snoopy with his decorated dog house every day and they just hang their heads in shame. That might be because their air is low but I really think it's because they know they ain't supposed to still be out there.