When the two Titans of the Christmas season square off in a Wild West show down of death.
That’s right, Jesus V Santa Claus. A no holds barred steel cage match of love and Christmas cheer.
It seems the architect of this neighborhood debauchery is Ron “Satan can kiss my ass” Lake.
This irrelevant little prawn of a man, got a manikin and dressed it up as Jesus. He put a shot gun in the Savior’s hands and drew a nasty “Clint Eastwood” sneer on Jesus’ lips.
“Go ahead Make my day.”
Laying flat on his back like a lump of coal in a soiled stocking is the other undisputed king of Christmas. Jolly ole St. Nick. The bearded fat man is the loser in this Yule time battle. You know this because Chris Kringle has little crosses in his lifeless, manikin eyes.
This curb side theater of the absurd show-cases the Son of God ass Kicking Santa Claus in a front lawn battle for the true meaning of Christmas.
As you might expect, neighbors don’t just dislike the badly thought out Christmas decor, they hate it, with a passion so ferocious, their fingers can’t stop dialing 9 1 1.
With a symbolic grab of his crotch and a middle finger hoisted into the cool December air, Mr. Lake tells his neighbors to mind their own business.
The neighborhood Grinch says this is his interpretation of what he calls “the gross Commercialism of Christmas.”
I don’t like his methods, but it’s hard to argue when Christmas Commercials start airing around Halloween.
“Christmas is not about Santa and presents, its about Jesus,” Lake says. “Not Jesus as the killer with the shotgun, but come on there’s a little humor here, a little tragedy here,” says Lake.
Some neighbors don’t see the front yard massacre as amusing calling Lake’s presentation of “Gansta Jesus” disturbing to kids.