'Tis the season to consume electricity

I once lived in the lighted plastic baby Jesus capital of the world (southern Illinois, where every lawn with any self-respect at all had a hard-plastic Nativity scene with at least two shepherds, one Magi, and the Holy Family, all glowing merrily with incandescent glory; and those were the down-scale houses), and have since that time longed for my own electric creche for the yard (alas, the Lovely Wife will have none of it!).

As a consequence, I've never been a fan of the new "inflatables" craze, but this could make me change my mind:



Talk about bringing Christmas close to a person!