Not even when they set them out again this year, adding a little disco ball for the Star of Bethlehem.
Or when I noticed in daylight that the plastic, molded robes on these aged three-foot-tall figures had faded from once-vibrant purples and reds to a uniform ruddy pink, I didn't get it.
Until Nic mentioned the other day "Those are your gay neighbors, right?"
"Yeah ... ohhhh."