A few years back, I penned a rather contentious piece expressing my aversion to inflatable lawn decorations. I was pretty blunt in my critique, remarking that “Your motorized waving reindeer looks like sadness.” While I intended some humor in my delivery, I also recognized that my comment about air-blown decorations being a lazy decorating choice was insensitive, and for that, I apologize.
However, many readers were more focused on my jabs at their beloved Disney characters and, by extension, their cherished Christmas traditions. The feedback was mixed; some agreed with me on the tackiness, while others were less than pleased:
- “What a judgmental person! Let others enjoy their decor.”
- “What happened to this writer’s holiday spirit?”
- “This negativity made me want to buy an inflatable myself!” (Reverse psychology, perhaps?)
First off, I assure you, I’m a blast at gatherings. I still maintain my preference for string lights and more creative holiday displays. I don’t think anyone genuinely needs an inflatable for every holiday. The sheer abundance of these decorations feels like rampant consumerism. Yet, I’m gradually warming up to holiday inflatables.
Maybe I’m softening or simply letting go of my traditional views. I adore the nostalgic holiday charm reminiscent of A Christmas Story, with classic music and simple bulb lights. The modern trend of laser light shows and oversized inflatables isn’t my style. However, the pandemic has shifted my perspective, and I’ve started to appreciate the joy these decorations can bring.
When twinkling lights popped up in March as a beacon of hope, I was initially buoyed by the spirit, but as the pandemic dragged on, I took them down. Yet, come October, the sight of inflatable ghosts and pumpkins delighted me. Their presence signified that people were still willing to spread happiness, even in tough times.
My children have always adored these decorations, and their excitement as we drove past flamboyant displays was infectious. My heart began to soften towards these once-hated inflatables. While I’m still somewhat critical of what you choose to display in your yard, I recognize that you have every right to enjoy what brings you joy—whether it’s a giant inflatable Santa or a whimsical character.
However, I can’t help but wonder about the motivations behind your choices. Why a Winnie the Pooh in a Santa hat? And those overly patriotic displays? It all raises questions about the spirit behind the decoration.
This piece started off as a critique of inflatables but has evolved into an acknowledgment that while I may not change my personal taste, you certainly don’t need my approval to decorate as you please. If those inflatable decorations make you happy, then go for it!
In the end, we all have different opinions, and as long as they don’t undermine anyone’s humanity, we’re entitled to share them. Yes, it may seem trivial to throw a Santa hat on Baby Yoda and call it festive, but I can’t deny it brings a smile.
Hallelujah! Now, where’s that Tylenol?