You light up my life

I'm very fond of Christmas decorations, particularly the wonderful transformation of winter-dark neighborhoods into festivals of twinkling lights. Some displays are marvels of tasteful decorating, some look a bit like Las Vegas puked on the lawn. But I still love them, for all their overblown gaudiness. I have witnessed displays that trigger lawsuits as the neighbors attempt to get an injunction against the displayer for light pollution. I have seen veritable menageries of Christmas blow-up toys. And yet walking home on Friday evening I was stopped short in my tracks, gape-mouthed. I thought I'd seen it all, when it came to holiday excess...

...but nothing prepared me for the Christmas penis.

This wonder of lighting is attached to the chimney of a neighborhood house, prominent. In the daytime it appears to be a candle resting in a bed of holly, a halo of light around a wick.

But at night, when the lights are shining, the holly is a bumpy scrotum, and the wick is veins in the head of a very large dick.

Friday evening we had dinner with a group of friends, and I mentioned this freakish sight. I said, "I haven't told Ferrett about it yet," which got his attention and he asked to know what I hadn't told him about.

"Well, have you seen on the chimney of that house down the--"

"Oh, the Christmas penis. Yeah, I spotted it yesterday. What the hell?"

I'm sure that the nice little old lady who lives in that house would be mortified to realize what her display is displaying. But I hope no one tells her. This is a little Christmas in-joke I'd love to see become an annual tradition.

After all, I only this year realized that Santa must be calling out to someone, trying to get her attention when he says, "Ho! Ho! Ho!"

Maybe getting a wee bit TOO casual at the end of school

Just looked at my computer clock and thought, "Oh crap, I have to leave for my final!"

Like, it slipped my mind....

I wouldn't stiff you

In case anyone out there reads me but does not read my husband, theferrett, he has posted the feverishly demanded pictures of the highly decorated houses down the street and the Christmas penis. So go take a look.

Oh, and one more semester, in the can!