Hillarity Ensues

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I had to give an honorable mention to the shenanigans of my good friend Jon. Yes both of our names are single syllabic and triple lettered. I believe it truly adds another depth to our friendship that we both know what it is like to have such a name. Bob, Sue, Tom, Max and all the rest of my kind, my people, understand. The rest of you just can't possibly understand what it's like... but I digress.

Jon was in charge of decorating his house this year, and put up all of his family's lights; but something was missing. The decorations were not complete. His mother thought it needed another strand of lights, and asked him to go get some. But Jon knew better friends! Jon knew that a strand of lights would not be enough to complete the decorations for his home. He knew that one puny strand of lights did not, and would never have what it would take to take his home from "decorated" to a masterpiece of Christmas spirit, a corneary celebration of all that is embodied by this holiday, a home that would bring tears to the eyes of Mary herself in all of its splendor.

No, friends. A strand of Christmas lights just would not do. It would not do at all. This home needed something bigger, something grander... it needed a giant inflatable Santa with his inflatable Penguin sidekick. Yes! Finally the answer to the puzzle presents itself. Of course! Nothing else could fill such a hefty bill as the transformation of this home to completion. Nothing! And Jon, as are most of my single-syllabic-triple-lettered brothers, is a man of action. Action was required and action was taken. The opportunity presented itself as a holiday, nay, a Christmas Party! (Yes I said it liberals!) at which Jon's parents were guests. As soon as they left home for the party Jon sped to the nearest Home Depot (And he does have a quite speedy car so I make no boast) and picked up one (1) giant lit up inflatable Santa and one (1) less giant but still magnificent lit up inflatable penguin.

Let me tell you friends, once Santa's straps were adjusted so he didn't look like he had received a blow to the restricted area, and once Penguin had been restored to his lofty height after a failed suicide jump attempt (Yes friends, there was a penguin down... but now he is up!) the house was complete.

A corneary feast my friends.

A corneary feast.

Christmas at last.