Please people. Enough is enough. The inflatable Christmas is completely out of hand!

You KNOW what I’m talking about. And you might be guilty of it. Don’t pretend that inflatable lawn decorations are normal just because they are available everywhere. Home Depot is not the boss of you. Don’t tell me it’s ‘festive’ to have a 12′ blow up snow globe in your front yard. Don’t tell me your kids picked it out. Cause kids, in general have no taste. And there is nothing inflatable that will ever come close to being attractive. Nothing.

Have I offended you yet? I hope so, because your 8′ long inflatable nativity scene offends me. I can ALMOST tolerate blow up Santa, but I draw the line when you fill baby Jesus with lights and air.

Outdoor holiday deco in general has reached a level of tacky that I just can’t understand. Many houses look like the bin of lights, collected over time, were just thrown onto the house and surrounding yard. There is no consideration for coordinating color palettes or themes or installing lights properly, or even in a straight line. I actually fear that some outdoor displays may be an indication of what I might find inside.

PAUSE. I just want to point out that I’m on the fence about light up reindeer. I might be okay with them as long as they aren’t animatronic. I’m also okay with the similarly designed boxes of gifts and candy canes. But not the blow up kind. To be clear.

Let’s talk for a second about icicle lights, shall we? PEOPLE, these lights only look good when adhered under the eaves of an a-frame roof. Not stapled haphazardly on the front of your garage or in your bushes. Use these the way they were designed, and please take them down before Mother’s Day.

In the darkest time of the year, it’s joyful to drive around and see the house deco lighting up the neighborhood. But somewhere in the last 20 years, we’ve lost idea of simply stringing lights, to creating the tackiest and seizure inducing deco known to man. I know everyone doesn’t have talent for decorating, but we all can have a filter. We should know when we’ve reached the level of ‘enough’, which should happen JUST before you plug in the inflatable baby Jesus.

Merry Christmas!