Musings

Santa saga

So, we’re out for our Saturday morning visit to the weekly organic farmer’s market, and we’ve scored all kinds of goodies (Brussels sprouts, lettuce, chard, bread, blueberry syrup), and we’re heading home when we pass this yard, with a party-hearty Santa, who, it appears, jumped out of his outfit last night to attend revels and hasn’t returned.

About three houses later, whoops, there’s another deflated Santa. In fact, these ladies are so concerned they’re trying to check in with the homeowners. Me, I assume it’s another party Santa….

About four houses later, we finally found an inflated Santa, but it was such a lousy version that the arms hung flat by design, and I couldn’t face committing pixels to it.