I love Christmas decorations. I love the lights, I love the chotchkies, I love all the attendant fru-fru that makes up the season. I will say that a few weeks ago when I saw my first Christmas store of the season that I was kind of appalled - Not appalled enough to not to go inside and touch everything in there, but appalled enough that I did not walk out of there with a new tree skirt and a pet themed creche set. I have just the one tree but somehow I have managed to collect five tree skirts. I think I also have a tree skirt problem.
It was too early then. That was then. This is now. Christmas is much, much closer now and I have Christmas cards ready to go and I all ready formally started shopping for gifts. Once you start officially shopping on purpose for Christmas gifts, its Christmas decoration go time. This weekend I walked into the belly of the beast. I went shopping at New River Pottery, where the Christmas season starts in August.
I walked in the door and walked into Christmas Decoration Heaven. Or hell, depending on your tolerance for hearing Christmas carols before Halloween. Sadly, my tolerance is awesome and all I had to do was walk through the arch.
But I had to move on. For the most part, other than the dip into The Under Sea World of Jacque Clause, it was pretty standard, you know with the Snow people
And how about Santa? There is a lot of scholarship out there about how we picture God and how important it is to us that God looks like us or shares our lifestyle, is there anything out there about Santa?It was Santa, Santa everywhere. E, I,E, Santa everywhere. Happy Santa's, Working Santa's, Rich Santa, Poor Santa, hunter Santa, Chef Santa, Fireman Santa, Beach Santa. There was a Santa with Rudolph's head on a pike... There were all kinds of Santa's. I love Santa's, I have many, many Santa's. I have a Santa problem. I liked this Santa, kind of laid back Santa.
I thought I had exhausted the lifestyle Santa's until I ran across this guy
There is a Santa for all of us, in all of us, about all of us.