I confess that I’m really reluctant to put up the seven foot inflatable Santa – complete with motorcycle, sidecar and shades . It’s not that I don’t like him, I do, we all do, makes us laugh, but as anyone who owns inflatable Christmas decorations will agree, wrangling the thing back into the box after it has thoroughly drip-dried in the garage or over the shower curtain sometimes seems like more work than it’s worth. Last night Santa came inside after his one moth gig in the front garden. This morning I retrieved the anchors which held him in place and found inch tall crocuses arrowing their way out of the warmed ground beneath his festive shadow. Hmm, maybe an early promise of spring is worth the trouble.