Dec. 9th, 2004

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There's some things about Christmas that just creep me out the way clowns creep out little children. Those wire frame deer, the ones that light up and have electric motors in them? They remind me too much of the hedge animals in Steven King's The Shining, the ones that only moved if one wasn't looking. The deer are even worse, because they are always moving.

So it was the other night when I went to pick RXM up-- I had to pass by a house that had no less than four of those wire bastards in the front lawn, all lit up like a wickerman on fire. As I walked over to the right house, I could feel their eyeless stare on my back. Returning to the car, we had to pass by them again, while the deer’s heads swung from side to side, tracking our movements. RXM huddled close to me, and we quickened our steps-- not running-- running would be bad. The neighborhood was dark, except for the deer, and the row of thirty ankle-high glowing votive Santas that lined the front of the house next to the deer. Demon Buddha Jizo Santas.

I don't know how we got out of there alive.

Yep, I'm in the Christmas mood, alright.

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