Have a Murray Christmas!

I remember one time my dad took me down to his golf course. He took me a lot on Sunday afternoons when he had to check the sprinker system. But this time there was snow on the ground.

This time we walked up the hill on the East side of the course.

That's where it was...

Since our city's name (Murray) sounds a lot like Merry (kind of), there was a big sign that says "Have A Murray Christmas" that sat up on that hill and for I-215 drivers to see.

And that year I got to plug it in.

Unfortunately, they don't put it up anymore. It's sitting in my dad's shop. But you can have a Murray Christmas anyway.

Since I don't have a picture of that sign, here is a cool picture Paul found on National Geographic's website.
And yes, it ate it. And no, it didn't die.

This also reminds me how one Christmas my family thought (because I kind of was) obsessed with frogs. I got frog pajamas complete with scrunchie, frog slippers and a frog giga pet. Actually, I think I bought the frog giga pet at Albertson's (RIP) and that's why they thought I loved frog's so much.
But I would let the thing die when it got to be a big frog because I thought the tadpole and baby frog were much cuter.
And yes... It's past 11 and I really want to go to sleep but Paul is writing a paper, and I just got done working on my campaign book, and even though I'm tired I really just hate going to bed alone, okay?