Here we are sitting watching the last bits of the Eagles/Cowboys game and we start hearing a bunch of bangs. I stopped and looked at Kris and Sarah like, "what is that", figuring that Alison had knocked something over in the basement.
Sarah looks at me and says "oh yeah, that's fireworks". One of her friends had sent her a text message saying that his church was going to be having fireworks tonight. It just so happens that the church is about 100 yards from our house and they must be shooting them off in the parking lot.
Those crazy Methodists! Because when you think of Christmas, you think of what? A Christmas tree? Mistletoe? A nativity scene? Nope. A bunch of fireworks. What commemorates the birth of our Lord better than shooting off a few shells and rattling the windows?
It reminds me of Bull Durham, when Nuke LaLoosh was shaking off Crash Davis call for a curve because he wanted to bring the heat and announce his presence with authority. Launching the fireworks was like the Methodists announcing Jesus' arrival with authority.
Good job Methodists!
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