“Come out with your hands up! You are surrounded!”
This is what I expect to hear over a horn any moment now. Never, in my entire life, have I heard so many fireworks going off. I keep wondering if I should go outside and hose down my roof. I’m sure I’ll find a dozen or so bottle rocket carcasses in my yard. Grrrr…
It’s a Texas thing. I don’t get it. Firework stands open up twice a year here: Fourth of July (makes sense) and Christmas through New Years. And Texas goes beyond the trailer stand on the side of the road. There is a Sam’s Club-sized warehouse down the block from our house. And since we’re outside the city limits, people just go nuts with ‘em. I mean, they come out of the warehouse with grocery carts full of fireworks. They drive off with their pick-up beds FULL of fireworks. I don’t want to know how much money people waste on these nuisances!
I remember our first Christmas in Texas, being surprised at fireworks at Christmas-time. And, our first Christmas in our house (which is outside the city limits), wondering how fireworks become part of the Christmas celebration.
Our new family saying is, “Nothin’ celebrates the birth of the baby Jesus like blowin’ things up!!!”
And, apparently, nothing celebrates the new year like burnin’ down your neighbor’s house. After the latest barage of fireworks, I looked outside and our neighbors 2 doors down have a bonfire flaming in the street and are throwing firecrackers into it! Holy smokes! Makes me think of my favorite line from one of my favorite movies (Spaceballs): “I knew it! I’m surrounded by a**holes!!”
P.S. HAPPY NEW YEAR!! ![]()






Recent Comments