‘Tis the season

I feel your pain. The house around the corner from us has a giant, blow-up, glowing turkey in the front yard which replaced the giant, blow-up, glowing pumpkin that was there a couple of weeks ago and that was accompanied by unfortunate, pumpkin-shaped, orange lights strung across the windows. The turkey, I am sure, will be replaced by Santa, Frosty, and the whole winter-holiday gang, blown-up and glowing with all their might. I expect, come Easter, to see a giant, blown-up, glowing rabbit with, perhaps, a giant, blown-up, glowing basket of giant, blown-up, glowing eggs.