Blow Ye Winds Softly, Blow

 I am still walking my imaginary dog around the neighborhood.  I seem to meet and talk to people more.  I know Tammy and Margaret and the man who walks the beagle.  The decorations on houses have changed from orange pumpkins and leaves to Christmas.  There is lots of red and green.  There are a lot of themes of cold or characters doing something in red or green costumes.  There are snowmen.

But, I have to admit, the most noticeable aspect of the decorations in my neighborhood is the gentle whoosh of air blowing through pumps that keep all of those inflated figures going. For me it has become the sound of Christmas in my neighborhood. If I were a musician I would write a Christmas song using the air pump sound as an accompaniment.

Then there are the deflated Santas and snowmen when the pumps aren't turned on or don't work correctly. It is sad when the wind inside is not inflating the poor things.  They look like poor limp rags on lawns. All the lights and decorations in my neighborhood are a gift.  I appreciate the effort and expense that goes into that sort of public display. But, blow winds, blow and keep Snoopy and snowmen looking sharp.  Make that snowglobe thing sparkle and stand proudly on the lawn.