Ravings of a Textual Deviant

A few years ago, I had the Sunday night shift as an announcer at our local public radio station. Usually, I would get home between 12:30 and 1:00 AM. One year, it seemed as though all of my neighbors had decorated their yards with light-up, wire-frame reindeer. On the Sunday before Christmas, I turned into my neighborhood, and what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a panaroma of pornographic reindeer.

Apparently, our resident bored teenagers had been out earlier in the evening and rearranged everyone’s yard decor into a light-up reindeer orgy. As I drove through the winding streets of my subdivision, I noticed that they’d made excellent use of the motorized ones. In fact, a great deal of planning must have gone into it, because I didn’t see any repetition in the six or so blocks that I covered. I was laughing so hard that I had to slow the car down to a crawl for safety reasons.

Unfortunately, I neglected to take pictures, and when I got up the next morning the reindeer porn had vanished. The next year, everyone went in for giant inflatable decorations…which were, I noticed, exceptionally well-secured.

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