I like holiday decorations. For the most part, they come and go with the season, but there are a few that seem to have become, er, more permanent fixtures. These include:
This ghostie hovers at the head of the dining room table. He's been there since October. He's held in place by fishing wire, and activated by seemingly random stimuli that we haven't quite figured out yet. If you wave your hand in front of him, walk too close (sometimes "down the hall at the other end of the house" counts as "too close"), or speak loudly in his presence, he moves up and down and moans like...well, the dead. A couple of times he scared the bejezus out of me when I was getting my daughter's 2am bottle. But then we took his batteries out. That showed him.
While obviously a halloween decoration, we explained his presence at our Christmas party as "the Ghost of Christmas Present." By Easter, he became, simply, "The Holiday Spirit."
It's a little hard to make out, but our front porch is perpetually adorned by not just Christmas lights (along the arch), but also Halloween lights. The Halloween lights are little skeletons that glow with pulsing green light. The Christmas lights go over the front porch and through the bushes, and are controlled by one of about a zillion light switches in the basement. The last owner was light switch happy. We've been in this house over 4 years, and still haven't figured out what all the switches do.
This little gal comes under the heading of "so bizarre it's cute." My mom sent her for Easter, and, well, she's still there. I think the spousage only lets her stay because there's a secret chocolate stash in the base. Notice the bunny slippers. It's a duck wearing bunny slippers! Sort of like that Cadbury bunny that lays eggs. She's weird, but I like her.
Right. So there's a glimpse into the carnival of eccentricity that is my home.