Someone in our neighborhood has no Christmas spirit.
Friday afternoon Dec. 16, I was so happy that it was my first day off work. I was enjoying some time with my oldest son. The other two children had gone out of town with their grandparents. And we were heading out to pick up dinner. It was the start of two weeks of relaxation, celebration and family time. I was in the Christmas Spirit and happy as could be. Until we went outside and my son realized one of our Christmas blow ups failed to blow up.
Two days earlier my father had bought us our second blowup and it was going strong. It is a Santa, for which my younger two children had begged for. But, Winnie the Pooh, our oldest and most treasured one was laying flat. We went to look him over and discovered he had slashes all over him. We were shocked.
There were six to eight large slashes and a few smaller ones. Pooh looked horrifying. It was the saddest thing I've ever seen. Who would want to hurt a Winnie the Pooh blow up? Somebody had obviously taken a knife to him and slashed him dead. My heart sank. Then I thought, 'Wow, somebody was that close to my house with a knife?' My heart raced with anxiety. I have three young children. How dare somebody come that close to my house, with a knife, ruin my treasured Christmas decoration and make me question the safety of my own home? I pride myself on living in a very safe neighborhood, and now that safety is in question. I'm sure it was just a teenage prank, but this was very personal to me. Why would somebody do this? Do parents not teach their children better these days? I'm not the world's best parent, but I'm sure my kids would never destroy property like this. And mine would never walk around with a knife in their pocket.
I sure hope somebody saw something and could give me a hint as to who did this. I'd like to talk to the person that did this and find out why they did such a thing. You cannot replace this specific item, but I would like to know where is this person's Christmas spirit?
Cheryl Stephens
Clayton
