For the past month or so, a naitivity scene has been displayed and illuminated outside the homeless shelter on St. Hubert and Rene-Levesque. In a box on a bed of hay, behind a pane of glass, Plastic Joseph and Plastic Mary knelt piously beside fidgety, naked Plastic Jesus, below a Plastic Solemn Saintly person while a Plastic Sheep stared off into the distance in the background thinking whatever plastic sheep think about. The lit up box was framed by a tree and various shrubery that were decorated with Christmas lights.
The whole scene felt out of place on the busy street, where people often stand for hours smoking cigarettes, wearing tattered clothes, waiting for the building to open to get a hot meal. Also, the set up was so cheesy that a couple of my friends had, over the course of the month, stopped and got a picture beside these famous plastic characters.
Well tonight, as I trudged my own path through the ubiquitous white in front of me as the skies dumped ungodly amounts of snow upon the city, I noticed with a chuckle that the glass naitivity scene box had been kicked in and Plastic Jesus, Plastic Mary, Plastic Joseph, Plastic Solemn Saintly person and even Plastic Sheep had all vanished through the hole in the glass.
Moral of the story?
Holidays are over, bitch.
Get back to work.
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