You might be a redneck...
Nothing says Christmas like my mother-in-law's next door neighbor, who painted quite a Rockwellian tableau on Christmas Night.
Standing outside on his lawn in the settting sunlight,
dressed sloppily in sweat pants with the requisite knee holes and sagging waist band,
frayed AC/DC T-shirt,
backwards ballcap over balding mullet,
beer clutched firmly in one hand,
with chicken leg grasped in the other.
Surveying the neigborhood Christmas light decorations,
he quite audibly belches, scratches, and then swaggers back inside.
MERRY CHRISTMAS! (may Santa bring you a nice sweater and some Tums...)
Good grief!
posted by lachen at 9:26 AM
3 Comments:
You're kidding right!?!?!
ROFLMAO - And I thought I saw it all. You're redneck experience tops all of mine ;)
Every ounce, true. This guy is a classic. I almost feel like he is the icing on the cake each time we go visit my in-laws. Last year, he hung his lighted reindeer and Santa upside down from the roof by a cord of Christmas lights, and attached a handwritten sign to this lovely display that read, "Designate a Driver."
I cannot, for the life of me, find this Christmas greeting in the Book of Common Prayer anywhere...
In keeping with the spirit of this post please visit http://home.earthlink.net/~akotto/song.html anytime from Tuesday, January 3 and Saturday, January 7.
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