Here comes Santa Claus.

On Saturday, the walk to my preferred Mexican restaurant took me by the empty building two lots up the street. It was a house a long time ago, but most recently (over three years ago) the building housed a title company (my title company, which moved into their new office scant days before I closed on my condo, so instead of walking two driveways down the street to take possession of my new home, I had to drive halfway across town).

The house has been vacant since, with a for-rent sign out front and no sign of any contractor activity to repaint or repair. (They do, however, have someone mow the grass once or twice a year.) On Saturday, one of those plastic, light-up Santa Claus figures (you know, the type that's common in places where it actually snows in the winter) on the porch. Am I seeing things?