Meant to represent the home from "A Christmas Story,"
the set includes presents under the tree -
Dad's blue bowling ball, a Flexible Flyer sled,
and the infamous Red Ryder BB gun.
Visitors can dress up in the awful, humiliating
pink bunny PJs and have their picture taken with
the wondrously ugly leg lamp.
In the top picture, a visitor takes a picture of her daughter
for Instagram while my sister-in-law, Fran,
watches in the background.
The father in the easy chair beside leg lamp
waits patiently for his family to don pink pajamas.
The leg lamp is fondly gazed upon by just about
everyone who's seen the movie, recalling Darren McGavin
as the Dad and his pride in the "important prize,"
totally oblivious to his wife's dismay.
And lastly, here is SDP, resplendent in Ralphie's bunny ears and glasses, posing with the carton
for a Red Ryder BB gun, the gift most coveted by Ralphie. Rest assured, I will abide by my own quirky Christmas tradition: I will watch A Christmas Story at least once during its Christmas day marathon on cable TV.
On Thursday, the day's colors were not much different
at dawn than they were at dusk.
The overcast was the shade of the gray cardboard that backs pads of notepaper. I'd gone to McDonald's for a latte, hot and sweet, where I watched the modest folk at nearby tables, chatting with friends and spouses over their McGriddles and orange juice. Outside, I saw the red berries shining out from the pale gold grasses that border the highway. I left to take a few pictures, wending my way between parked cars to get to the little grove of trees. The scarlet dance of the berries was the brightest color I saw all day.