The Square Peg – Christmas Spirit… Don’t let the HOA steal
yours!
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S. Bradley Stoner
December in Texas. Lovely
weather. 65 degrees for a high and 52 degrees for a low. You can’t beat that
with a stick. Think I’ll call my relatives up north. Of course they’ll just
hang up on me. The only drawback is, it just doesn’t look like Christmas. That
makes it pretty hard to get into the Christmas spirit. Sigh. Well, at least the
neighborhood is going all out to put up lights, air filled snow men, Santas and
the like. At least that looks like Christmas… sort of.
Speaking of lights, there’s a
house in a neighboring community that has a terrific light show… all synched
with Christmas music and everything. We love it. Their neighbors love it. The
management company for the Home Owners Association apparently hates it. They’re
enforcing the neighborhood standards
and trying to make them shut it down. What the heck?! It’s just one more reason
I HATE HOAs. It’s not enough they
collect an annual fee from each home owner to do practically nothing, now the
buggers want to shut down Christmas. BAH HUMBUGGERS… that’s what they are.
Supposedly they are in place to
maintain the value of homes. Baloney. If they were, they’d stop multiple
families from living in a neighborhood zoned for single family residences. They
don’t. If they were concerned about property values, they’d make all those
yappy dogs people leave outside for hours on end shut the heck up or at least
fine their owners. They don’t Geesh.
Oaky, enough on my pet peeve. I
don’t need my Christmas spirit spoiled. I’m actually looking forward to
Christmas this year. I’ve even finished all my shopping. I think. But, it’s
like my neighbor Charlie said, “When you reach our age there isn’t much you
want or need, except for something for the house or a new tool.” Charlie is a
wise man. I mean, there’s always something that needs fixing or improving on
the house, and, honestly, who couldn’t use a new tool or two? Nobody. Am I
right? You know I am.
I mean, even the ladies can use
new tools. They go through them so fast. I think I need to buy my sweetie a new
set of screwdrivers and pry bars. For the uninitiated young husbands and
husbands-to-be out there, that would be a new set of silverware to replace the
bent tips on the knives and flattened fork tines. But that’s okay. I mean, you
wouldn’t want them using your precious tools, now would you.
Oh, and don’t forget the barbeque
lighters… you know, the ones with the long barrels on them. The ladies will
need them for those candles you bought them so they don’t burn their fingers
when they light them. You did buy the
candles, didn’t you? If you didn’t, you’ll wind up with exotic fragrances in
your house like springtime rain forest, five berry melt and such, instead of
vanilla and sugar cookies. If they made a roasting turkey scent, I’d buy that
for her. For now, I’ll have to stick with just roasting a turkey, which I plan
to do for Christmas dinner.
Speaking of Christmas dinner, I
thought about ham as an alternative, but. Frankly, ham isn’t Christmassy. It’s
Eastery. It works better with those dyed eggs than turkey does. Or maybe luaus…
it goes well with pineapples too. Besides, you can use the leftovers to make a
homemade Hawaiian pizza. You can’t do that with a turkey. Besides, who would
want to? Nobody wants to give up turkey sandwiches Certainly not me.
Ah, now I’m getting back in the
Christmas spirit. That’s better. Y’all have yourselves a Merry Christmas… or
whatever you happen to celebrate at this time of year.
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