The topic was decorating the house for Christmas and The Motley Monk's sister related traveling through the neighborhood to Holy Innocents Hermitage II (HIH II) for last year's Christmas Day dinner. Neighbors are enamored with "blow up," "hot air" plastic Christimas figures, like Santa Claus, reindeer, candles, mangers, and the like. Not just one or two, but a dozen or so strategically placed aross front yards that measure no bigger than the size of three cars.
Quite gauche, she opined.
Then, The Motley Monk's sister and her husband pulled into the driveway of HIH II. Absolutely nothing...except a wreath on the front door. Bland. Stark. Naked. Nothing. Not even "Ho Ho Ho" being blared through an outdoor speaker.
Well, if The Motley Monk was going to decorate, it would be something like this (of course, sans the saguaro cactus and secular theme song):
Can't have that, can we?