The morning after

Inflatable reindeer and Santas have taken over for the plastic ones of my youth.
When I was a kid nearly everyone on my street had some kind of lit, larger than life, well at least my 8 year old life, lawn or door ornament to highlight the season. There were Santa faces that would light up the front door, reindeer in perpetual motion on the font lawn ( as much as there was a front lawn) in The Bronx. Usually the reindeer had a red nose. Of course back in the 50's-60's there was the Nativity scene on several lawns. Today you'd be hard pressed as there seems to be no room at the inn or anywhere else for the Stars of Christmas.

With the advent of inflatable santas and the like lawns come alive at night with snow globes, sleighs, and of course Rudolph, but in the morning the spirit of  Christmas in the 21st century shows its true colors. Just a lot of hot air, deflated and lifeless on the lawn.

Even the traditional Pelham Parkway Christmas house has been transformed into a faux wax museum with Micheal Jackson statues, a Marilyn Monroe look alike complete with white mink stole and fake boobed mannequins with fake boobs! Jesus now is around the back on top of a lawn shed and the winged angel is a cross between Fabio and every androgynous guy named Vinny who spends way too much time in the gym.  Well after all it is The Bronx in the 21st century.