Disappear, Faux Santa Butt

January 18, 2009

Not far from my house is a big faux Santa Claus butt. It’s actually a painting of his butt made to look like it’s sticking through a tire. The painting hangs from a tree like a, well, tire swing.

A nearby peace sign I understand as a year-round decoration. But whatever clever humor the butt might provide faded weeks ago.

Maybe my dead mother is channeling one of her do-it-her-way-or-die holiday rules through me. She’d tell the owners that they’re dooming themselves to a year of bad luck. That’s what I think of every time I pass Santa’s butt.