We found ourselves at the Home for Oversize Ornaments the other day, aka the Prudential Center:
They reminded me more of fancy beetle shells — or small, rococco VW Beetles — than Christmas ornaments.
Naturally, I wanted one.
And then the malls have to store all this stuff for most of the year. It's impractical. If I had a mall, I'd rent live reindeer and elves to wander around. It would be much simpler. Maybe I'd get some inflatable Santas, too. And there'd be a giant gingerbread house, which everyone could eat on January 2.
The more you look at these, the creepier they seem. They are disconcertingly big. Is this what happens when a box of Shiny-Brites takes steroids or non-human growth hormone?
Here they look like they've gotten organized, and are about to roll down the corridor to take over the streets of Back Bay:
I still want one.