I am not sure what I have done here but I am quite sure I messed something up on the blog today. But not as messed up as the folks at Frankenmuth's Bronner's Christmas store. Leading up to this holiday store paradise we were continually reminded of the "reason for the season" as CHRISTmas is clearly spelled on every billboard leading up to this mecca of tack.
Jean found a few items that I swear the last time I saw them was at a bachelor party.
It was very cold. Even the Baby Jesus who was actually born in the Middle East had a very pained look upon his countenance and quite frankly looked very out of place in his native garb against the cold snow.
I felt it would be good to warm him up a bit with a stylish Paul Smith scarf. The other wise men who I question their wisdom should have checked the weather channel and brought more appropriate gifts. Mary was so touched that she became speechless. Which was a shame since we were just talking about making tortillas with her face on them. I did lose my wallet after this gesture. I wonder who could have taken it?
And just when we thought all holiday traditions might have been totally marketed out and packed in shiny boxes of lights and bulbs when what to our wondering eyes would appear but a three story tall Santa, my dear.
I guess in Frankenmuth it is a very touching tradition to be at Bronner's and let Santa Claus tea bag your children. And you know what Capra said so many years ago, "Every time Santa tea bags a child an angel gets it's wings ripped off."
So this brings us to the close of the Flint Art Road Trip. If I could have found a way to upload more images here one would have seen the arresting display of Precious Moments figurines, the right to life ornaments (full priced) and the Adopted Baby's Christmas bulb (discounted 75% off) I would have even shown you the blow up reindeer who appeared to be placing his hand in a region that would surely get him kicked off the sleigh team. The rest of the town was just about the same with it's overpriced chicken served by folk in traditional German attire, long endless lines of starry eyed tourists and the local meat market of Kern's Sausages where they invite you to get yours in the rear. We had no more time to spare so we just hit the road.
We laughed and laughed as we took our picture in front of the Kern's sign and shouted to passer's by, "Merry CHRISTmess to all, and to all a good fright."
2 comments:
In the picture where you're putting the scarf on baby JESUS, Joseph looks like he's about to smite your ass down.
Secret D, you are correct. Joseph was very very pissed. I tried to calm him since I as only thinking of the baby. I said, "Jo, this kid has something special about him besides halo and the unannounced arrival of a few ranch hands bearing a nice rack of lamb to serve for lunch."
I guess he is still sore about the rumors that he is not really the father of the baby. Again I assured him people may talk about this for a loooong time so jsut learn to deal with it. Some guys can be so insecure.
If anyone has a reason to be pissed it should be Mary since it was not her fault that the ass took a wrong turn at Damascus and ended up here only to discover that Joseph could not get a decent room at the Frankenmuth Inn.
Yes, he was mad but we talked him down and served hot coco for all. I just wished I had brought the mint jelly for the lamb.
It was heavenly.
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