My Christmas

My Christmas has decorations, but decorations that make sense.

Not a snowman and Santa together in a motorcycle and sidecar, waving. Next they'll add a baby Jesus and then all sense will have gone out the window.

Certainly not an eight foot tall reindeer wearing a Santa outfit. It's as though he ate Santa and is trying to pass himself off as the real thing.

Lastly, my Christmas is not a huge fucking snow globe that takes up half of the front yard and uses more energy than a vibrator at the Playboy mansion. Whoever invented those monstrosities should be made to work in inner cities setting up Nativity Scenes.

And not ones where everyone is smiling, either.