Here's a thought - if you're going to put a life-size Nativity scene on the front lawn, turn off the damn sprinklers. For such overtly religious people, you would think that nailing the Baby Jesus in the head with the RainBird would border on the sacrilegious. But not here. They have their priorities, and nothing, absolutely nothing, is going to pry their sprinklers from their cold, dead lawns. If the Lord and Savior has to take one for the team, so be it.
It was dispiriting to see nonetheless, even for a lapsed Christian like myself. But it pretty much sums up my mood this cheerless holiday season.
I can't wait for this week to be over.
Or this year.
