The Wreath

 

Some seventeen years ago after dad died, I bought this wreath.  My family hated it.  But it made me laugh, and I needed that.  It is one of those that has a sensor and it has big eyes that opens and a mouth that opens and it sings very loud Christmas songs.  When it was on the front door, the sensor would pick up cars in the cul-d-sac.  It annoyed Holly the most when she came home from college and wanted to sleep in. This year my grandchildren told the new grandchildren about Grandmas "Scary Wreath"  It really was time to get it to the cemetery, so today Janice took it out for me.  I won't get there until after Christmas. There is a switch on the back to turn it on.  It has fresh batteries, if any one dares ... Dad would get a good laugh, I am not sure about Mom.