Christmas Decoration Time

Yesterday driving with kids we saw our first blow up Santa popping out of the mobile home (true sign Xmas is upon us in Bellevue).  Did I mention we are the capital of blow-up Christmas decorations.  I mean, you are not truly in the spirit unless Santa is caught doing something totally unrelated to Christmas.  My favorite...Santa in the outhouse.  I laugh aloud every time I walk past.  But...not at our house.  We have nothing yet, which is normal.  But we also have NO BLOW UPS what-so-ever.  Much to my children's dismay.

TJ asks when we are going to put up our lights. I tell him we need to get them out of the attic. "What's the attic?" he asks. "The 3rd floor above your room, "I answer. To which he responds, "Oh...you mean the upstairs basement." Yes.

Then he asked if we could put a Mr. Softee out front. I was confused. I am thinking, an ice cream truck...really.  That could be novel.  Have I seen a blow up Santa at an ice cream truck yet in my one square mile town.  I think not.  I will show them all.  I will be original.  Then Adam Jr. clarified, "I think he means a FROSTY."